Morrel extended his hand."Now I understand," he said, "why you had me brought here to this desolate spot, in the midst of the ocean, to this subterranean palace; it was because you loved me, was it not, count? It was because you loved me well enough to give me one of those sweet means of death of which we were speaking; a death without agony, a death which allows me to fade away while pronouncing Valentine's name and pressing your hand.""Yes, you have guessed rightly, Morrel," said the count, "that is what I intended.""Thanks; the idea that tomorrow I shall no longer suffer, is sweet to my heart.""Do you then regret nothing?"
"No," replied Morrel.
"Not even me?" asked the count with deep emotion.Morrel's clear eye was for the moment clouded, then it shone with unusual lustre, and a large tear rolled down his cheek.
"What," said the count, "do you still regret anything in the world, and yet die?""Oh, I entreat you," exclaimed Morrel in a low voice, "do not speak another word, count; do not prolong my punishment." The count fancied that he was yielding, and this belief revived the horrible doubt that had overwhelmed him at the Chateau d'If."I am endeavoring," he thought, "to make this man happy; I look upon this restitution as a weight thrown into the scale to balance the evil I have wrought.Now, supposing I am deceived, supposing this man has not been unhappy enough to merit happiness.Alas, what would become of me who can only atone for evil by doing good?" Then he said aloud: "Listen, Morrel, I see your grief is great, but still you do not like to risk your soul."Morrel smiled sadly."Count," he said, "I swear to you my soul is no longer my own.""Maximilian, you know I have no relation in the world.Ihave accustomed myself to regard you as my son: well, then, to save my son, I will sacrifice my life, nay, even my fortune.""What do you mean?"
"I mean, that you wish to quit life because you do not understand all the enjoyments which are the fruits of a large fortune.Morrel, I possess nearly a hundred millions and I give them to you; with such a fortune you can attain every wish.Are you ambitions? Every career is open to you.
Overturn the world, change its character, yield to mad ideas, be even criminal -- but live.""Count, I have your word," said Morrel coldly; then taking out his watch, he added, "It is half-past eleven.""Morrel, can you intend it in my house, under my very eyes?""Then let me go," said Maximilian, "or I shall think you did not love me for my own sake, but for yours; "and he arose.
"It is well," said Monte Cristo whose countenance brightened at these words; "you wish -- you are inflexible.Yes, as you said, you are indeed wretched and a miracle alone can cure you.Sit down, Morrel, and wait."Morrel obeyed; the count arose, and unlocking a closet with a key suspended from his gold chain, took from it a little silver casket, beautifully carved and chased, the corners of which represented four bending figures, similar to the Caryatides, the forms of women, symbols of the angels aspiring to heaven.He placed the casket on the table; then opening it took out a little golden box, the top of which flew open when touched by a secret spring.This box contained an unctuous substance partly solid, of which it was impossible to discover the color, owing to the reflection of the polished gold, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, which ornamented the box.It was a mixed mass of blue, red, and gold.The count took out a small quantity of this with a gilt spoon, and offered it to Morrel, fixing a long steadfast glance upon him.It was then observable that the substance was greenish.
"This is what you asked for," he said, "and what I promised to give you.""I thank you from the depths of my heart," said the young man, taking the spoon from the hands of Monte Cristo.The count took another spoon, and again dipped it into the golden box."What are you going to do, my friend?" asked Morrel, arresting his hand.
"Well, the fact is, Morrel, I was thinking that I too am weary of life, and since an opportunity presents itself" --"Stay!" said the young man."You who love, and are beloved;you, who have faith and hope, -- oh, do not follow my example.In your case it would be a crime.Adieu, my noble and generous friend, adieu; I will go and tell Valentine what you have done for me." And slowly, though without any hesitation, only waiting to press the count's hand fervently, he swallowed the mysterious substance offered by Monte Cristo.Then they were both silent.Ali, mute and attentive, brought the pipes and coffee, and disappeared.By degrees, the light of the lamps gradually faded in the hands of the marble statues which held them, and the perfumes appeared less powerful to Morrel.Seated opposite to him, Monte Cristo watched him in the shadow, and Morrel saw nothing but the bright eyes of the count.An overpowering sadness took possession of the young man, his hands relaxed their hold, the objects in the room gradually lost their form and color, and his disturbed vision seemed to perceive doors and curtains open in the walls.
