The Departure.
The recent event formed the theme of conversation throughout all Paris.Emmanuel and his wife conversed with natural astonishment in their little apartment in the Rue Meslay upon the three successive, sudden, and most unexpected catastrophes of Morcerf, Danglars, and Villefort.
Maximilian, who was paying them a visit, listened to their conversation, or rather was present at it, plunged in his accustomed state of apathy."Indeed," said Julie, "might we not almost fancy, Emmanuel, that those people, so rich, so happy but yesterday, had forgotten in their prosperity that an evil genius -- like the wicked fairies in Perrault's stories who present themselves unbidden at a wedding or baptism -- hovered over them, and appeared all at once to revenge himself for their fatal neglect?""What a dire misfortune!" said Emmanuel, thinking of Morcerf and Danglars.
"What dreadful sufferings!" said Julie, remembering Valentine, but whom, with a delicacy natural to women, she did not name before her brother.
"If the Supreme Being has directed the fatal blow," said Emmanuel, "it must be that he in his great goodness has perceived nothing in the past lives of these people to merit mitigation of their awful punishment.""Do you not form a very rash judgment, Emmanuel?" said Julie."When my father, with a pistol in his hand, was once on the point of committing suicide, had any one then said, `This man deserves his misery,' would not that person have been deceived?""Yes; but your father was not allowed to fall.A being was commissioned to arrest the fatal hand of death about to descend on him."Emmanuel had scarcely uttered these words when the sound of the bell was heard, the well-known signal given by the porter that a visitor had arrived.Nearly at the same instant the door was opened and the Count of Monte Cristo appeared on the threshold.The young people uttered a cry of joy, while Maximilian raised his head, but let it fall again immediately."Maximilian," said the count, without appearing to notice the different impressions which his presence produced on the little circle, "I come to seek you.""To seek me?" repeated Morrel, as if awakening from a dream.
"Yes," said Monte Cristo; "has it not been agreed that Ishould take you with me, and did I not tell you yesterday to prepare for departure?""I am ready," said Maximilian; "I came expressly to wish them farewell.""Whither are you going, count?" asked Julie.
"In the first instance to Marseilles, madame.""To Marseilles!" exclaimed the young couple.
"Yes, and I take your brother with me."
"Oh, count." said Julie, "will you restore him to us cured of his melancholy?" -- Morrel turned away to conceal the confusion of his countenance.
"You perceive, then, that he is not happy?" said the count.
"Yes," replied the young woman; "and fear much that he finds our home but a dull one.""I will undertake to divert him," replied the count.
"I am ready to accompany you, sir," said Maximilian."Adieu, my kind friends! Emmanuel -- Julie -- farewell!""How farewell?" exclaimed Julie; "do you leave us thus, so suddenly, without any preparations for your journey, without even a passport?""Needless delays but increase the grief of parting," said Monte Cristo, "and Maximilian has doubtless provided himself with everything requisite; at least, I advised him to do so.""I have a passport, and my clothes are ready packed," said Morrel in his tranquil but mournful manner.
"Good," said Monte Cristo, smiling; "in these prompt arrangements we recognize the order of a well-disciplined soldier.""And you leave us," said Julie, "at a moment's warning? you do not give us a day -- no, not even an hour before your departure?""My carriage is at the door, madame, and I must be in Rome in five days.""But does Maximilian go to Rome?" exclaimed Emmanuel.
"I am going wherever it may please the count to take me,"said Morrel, with a smile full of grief; "I am under his orders for the next month.""Oh, heavens, how strangely he expresses himself, count!"said Julie.
"Maximilian goes with me," said the count, in his kindest and most persuasive manner; "therefore do not make yourself uneasy on your brother's account.""Once more farewell, my dear sister; Emmanuel, adieu!"Morrel repeated.
"His carelessness and indifference touch me to the heart,"said Julie."Oh, Maximilian, Maximilian, you are certainly concealing something from us.""Pshaw!" said Monte Cristo, "you will see him return to you gay, smiling, and joyful."Maximilian cast a look of disdain, almost of anger, on the count.
"We must leave you," said Monte Cristo.
"Before you quit us, count," said Julie, "will you permit us to express to you all that the other day" --"Madame," interrupted the count, taking her two hands in his, "all that you could say in words would never express what I read in your eyes; the thoughts of your heart are fully understood by mine.Like benefactors in romances, Ishould have left you without seeing you again, but that would have been a virtue beyond my strength, because I am a weak and vain man, fond of the tender, kind, and thankful glances of my fellow-creatures.On the eve of departure Icarry my egotism so far as to say, `Do not forget me, my kind friends, for probably you will never see me again.'""Never see you again?" exclaimed Emmanuel, while two large tears rolled down Julie's cheeks, "never behold you again?
