Monte Cristo carried them both to the salon, and deposited them on a sofa."Compose yourself, madame," said he; "all danger is over." The woman looked up at these words, and, with a glance far more expressive than any entreaties could have been, pointed to her child, who still continued insensible."I understand the nature of your alarms, madame," said the count, carefully examining the child, "but I assure you there is not the slightest occasion for uneasiness; your little charge has not received the least injury; his insensibility is merely the effects of terror, and will soon pass.""Are you quite sure you do not say so to tranquillize my fears? See how deadly pale he is! My child, my darling Edward; speak to your mother -- open your dear eyes and look on me once again! Oh, sir, in pity send for a physician; my whole fortune shall not be thought too much for the recovery of my boy."With a calm smile and a gentle wave of the hand, Monte Cristo signed to the distracted mother to lay aside her apprehensions; then, opening a casket that stood near, he drew forth a phial of Bohemian glass incrusted with gold, containing a liquid of the color of blood, of which he let fall a single drop on the child's lips.Scarcely had it reached them, ere the boy, though still pale as marble, opened his eyes, and eagerly gazed around him.At this, the delight of the mother was almost frantic."Where am I?"exclaimed she; "and to whom am I indebted for so happy a termination to my late dreadful alarm?""Madame," answered the count, "you are under the roof of one who esteems himself most fortunate in having been able to save you from a further continuance of your sufferings.""My wretched curiosity has brought all this about," pursued the lady."All Paris rung with the praises of Madame Danglars' beautiful horses, and I had the folly to desire to know whether they really merited the high praise given to them.""Is it possible," exclaimed the count with well-feigned astonishment, "that these horses belong to the baroness?""They do, indeed.May I inquire if you are acquainted with Madame Danglars?""I have that honor; and my happiness at your escape from the danger that threatened you is redoubled by the consciousness that I have been the unwilling and the unintentional cause of all the peril you have incurred.I yesterday purchased these horses of the baron; but as the baroness evidently regretted parting with them, I ventured to send them back to her, with a request that she would gratify me by accepting them from my hands.""You are, then, doubtless, the Count of Monte Cristo, of whom Hermine has talked to me so much?""You have rightly guessed, madame," replied the count.
"And I am Madame Heloise de Villefort." The count bowed with the air of a person who hears a name for the first time.
"How grateful will M.de Villefort be for all your goodness;how thankfully will he acknowledge that to you alone he owes the existence of his wife and child! Most certainly, but for the prompt assistance of your intrepid servant, this dear child and myself must both have perished.""Indeed, I still shudder at the fearful danger you were placed in.""I trust you will allow me to recompense worthily the devotion of your man.""I beseech you, madame," replied Monte Cristo "not to spoil Ali, either by too great praise or rewards.I cannot allow him to acquire the habit of expecting to be recompensed for every trifling service he may render.Ali is my slave, and in saving your life he was but discharging his duty to me.""Nay," interposed Madame de Villefort, on whom the authoritative style adopted by the count made a deep impression, "nay, but consider that to preserve my life he has risked his own.""His life, madame, belongs not to him; it is mine, in return for my having myself saved him from death." Madame de Villefort made no further reply; her mind was utterly absorbed in the contemplation of the person who, from the first instant she saw him, had made so powerful an impression on her.During the evident preoccupation of Madame de Villefort, Monte Cristo scrutinized the features and appearance of the boy she kept folded in her arms, lavishing on him the most tender endearments.The child was small for his age, and unnaturally pale.A mass of straight black hair, defying all attempts to train or curl it, fell over his projecting forehead, and hung down to his shoulders, giving increased vivacity to eyes already sparkling with a youthful love of mischief and fondness for every forbidden enjoyment.His mouth was large, and the lips, which had not yet regained their color, were particularly thin; in fact, the deep and crafty look, giving a predominant expression to the child's face, belonged rather to a boy of twelve or fourteen than to one so young.
His first movement was to free himself by a violent push from the encircling arms of his mother, and to rush forward to the casket from whence the count had taken the phial of elixir; then, without asking permission of any one, he proceeded, in all the wilfulness of a spoiled child unaccustomed to restrain either whims or caprices, to pull the corks out of all the bottles.
