A Nocturnal Interview.
Monte Cristo waited, according to his usual custom, until Duprez had sung his famous "Suivez-moi;" then he rose and went out.Morrel took leave of him at the door, renewing his promise to be with him the next morning at seven o'clock, and to bring Emmanuel.Then he stepped into his coupe, calm and smiling, and was at home in five minutes.No one who knew the count could mistake his expression when, on entering, he said, "Ali, bring me my pistols with the ivory cross."Ali brought the box to his master, who examined the weapons with a solicitude very natural to a man who is about to intrust his life to a little powder and shot.These were pistols of an especial pattern, which Monte Cristo had had made for target practice in his own room.A cap was sufficient to drive out the bullet, and from the adjoining room no one would have suspected that the count was, as sportsmen would say, keeping his hand in.He was just taking one up and looking for the point to aim at on a little iron plate which served him as a target, when his study door opened, and Baptistin entered.Before he had spoken a word, the count saw in the next room a veiled woman, who had followed closely after Baptistin, and now, seeing the count with a pistol in his hand and swords on the table, rushed in.Baptistin looked at his master, who made a sign to him, and he went out, closing the door after him."Who are you, madame?" said the count to the veiled woman.
The stranger cast one look around her, to be certain that they were quite alone; then bending as if she would have knelt, and joining her hands, she said with an accent of despair, "Edmond, you will not kill my son?" The count retreated a step, uttered a slight exclamation, and let fall the pistol he held."What name did you pronounce then, Madame de Morcerf?" said he."Yours!" cried she, throwing back her veil, -- "yours, which I alone, perhaps, have not forgotten.Edmond, it is not Madame de Morcerf who is come to you, it is Mercedes.""Mercedes is dead, madame," said Monte Cristo; "I know no one now of that name.""Mercedes lives, sir, and she remembers, for she alone recognized you when she saw you, and even before she saw you, by your voice, Edmond, -- by the ****** sound of your voice; and from that moment she has followed your steps, watched you, feared you, and she needs not to inquire what hand has dealt the blow which now strikes M.de Morcerf.""Fernand, do you mean?" replied Monte Cristo, with bitter irony; "since we are recalling names, let us remember them all." Monte Cristo had pronounced the name of Fernand with such an expression of hatred that Mercedes felt a thrill of horror run through every vein."You see, Edmond, I am not mistaken, and have cause to say, `Spare my son!'""And who told you, madame, that I have any hostile intentions against your son?""No one, in truth; but a mother has twofold sight.I guessed all; I followed him this evening to the opera, and, concealed in a parquet box, have seen all.""If you have seen all, madame, you know that the son of Fernand has publicly insulted me," said Monte Cristo with awful calmness.
"Oh, for pity's sake!"
