This page has been validated.
THE COUNT OF MONTE-CRISTO.
35
"Bah!" said Cavalcanti, crossing his arms, "one has friends!"
The brigadier advanced to him sword in hand.
"Come, come," said Andrea, "sheathe your sword; there is no occasion to make such a fuss, since I yield myself;" and he held out his hands to be manacled.
The Arrest.
The two girls looked with horror upon this horrid metamorphosis, the man of the world shaking off his covering and appearing the galley-slave. Andrea turned toward them, and with an impertinent smile asked: "Have you any message for your father, Mademoiselle Danglars, for, in all probability, I shall return to Paris?"
Eugénie covered her face with her hands.
