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Eomances of ^Irxantirc ©umas,


Volume XL VI.


Chaptbb Page

I. Makseilles. — The Arrival 1

II. Father and Son 13

III. The Catalans 23

IV. Conspiracy 37

V. The Marriage-Feast . 46

VI. The Deputy Procureur du Roi . , . . 65

VII. The Examination 80

VIII. The Chateau d'If , . 92

IX. The Evening of the Betrothal .... 104

X. The Small Cabinet of the Tuileries . . Ill

XI. The Ogre of Corsica 122

XII. Father and Son 133

XIII. The Hundred Days . 142

XIV. The Two Prisoners . 152

XV. No. 34 AND No. 27 164

XVI. A Learned Italian 183

XVII. The Abbe's Chamber 197

XVni. The Treasure 225

XIX. The Third Attack 241

XX. The Cemetery of the Chateau d'If . . . 254

XXI. The Isle of Tiboulen 261

XXII. The Smugglers . . . c 274




















The Isle or Monte Cristo . , . , . 284

The Secret Cave 294

The Unknown 304

The Inn of Pont du Gard ..... 314

The Recital 334

The Prison Register 352

The House of Morrel and Son . . . 361

The Tifth of September ...... 376

Italy : Sinbad the Sailor .,...-. 395

The Waking 424

Roman Bandits 432

An Apparition 467

La Mazzolata .......... 500

The Carnival at Rome , 518

The Catacombs of St. Sebastian . . . 540



1\/rONTE CEISTO — the most celebrated work of
■^^ its celebrated author, not even excepting the
D'Artagnan romances — has hitherto been known
to the English-speaking world only through the
medium of a very imperfect translation, which from
time to time has been republished without any ma-
terial improvement. The great story is worthy to be
presented in a better form. If readers have found
it admirable in a crude presentation they will find
new excellences in it as they follow, in an improved
translatior, the inimitable style of its author, — ob-
serving his peculiar success in the employment of
words fitted to his thought ; his quiet humor, often
so delicately conveyed that a careless rendering
must lose it altogether ; and, regarding the work
as a whole, his artistic skill in proportion and per-
spective, which may easily be made of no effect by
omissions in translating.

In the present edition omissions have been sup-
plied ; expansions have been rigorously reduced to
the author's own crisp form of statement ; erroneous



and misleading renderings of words and phrases have
been corrected ; and where, as in many instances, the
translator had usurped the functions of the author,
he has been remanded to his proper subordination.

" The style is the man ; " and no small part of
one's pleasure in reading comes through the sense
of a personal intercourse with the man who thus
pervades the book. It is therefore with a peculiar
satisfaction that in publishing this work we create
an opportunity to make, or renew, acquaintance with
Alexandre Dumas, through a translation which fol-
lows him instead of running away from him, and
reproduces his forms of thought with as much pre-
cision as the differences between English and French
idioms will allow.

" The young man is a great criminal and I caii do
nothing for him, Mademoiselle."

Drawn by Edmund H. Garrett, etched by W. H. \V. Bicknell.

The Count of Monte Cristo, I. Frontispiece.





On the 28th of February, 1815, the watchman in the
tower of Notre Dame de la Garde signalled the three-mas-
ter, the " Pharaon," from Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples.
A pilot put off immediately, and rounding the Chateau
d'lf, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion and
the Isle of Rion.

The platform of Fort St. Jean was covered with
spectators ; it is always an event at Marseilles for a ship
to come into port, especially when this ship, like the
" Pharaon," had been built, rigged, and laden at the
wharves of the old Phocee, and belonged to an owner in
the city.

The ship drew on : it had safely passed the strait
which some volcanic shock has made between the Isle of
Calasareigne and the Isle of Jaros, had doubled Pomegue,
and approached the harbor under topsails, jib, and foresail,
but so slowly and sedately that the idlers, with that in-
stinct which misfortune sends before it, asked one another
what misfortune could have happened on board. How-
ever, those experienced in navigation saw plainly that if

VOL. I. — 1


any accident had occurred, it was not to the vessel herself,
for as she approached she gave every indication of being
under perfect control. Beside the pilot, who was steering
the " Pharaon " through the narrow entrance of the port of
Marseilles, was a young man, who, gesticulating rapidly,
watched with a vigilant eye every motion of the ship, and
repeated the orders of the pilot.

The vague disquietude which prevailed among the spec-
tators had so much aflfected one of the crowd that he
covild not await the arrival of the vessel in harbor, but
jumping into a small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside
the " Pharaon," which he reached as she came opposite
the bay of La Eeserve.

When the young man on board saw him coming, he left
his station by the pilot, and came, hat in hand, to the side
of the ship. He was a tall slim young fellow, nineteen or
twenty years old, with black eyes, and hair as dark as
the raven's wing ; and his whole appearance bespoke that
calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from
their cradle to contend with danger.

" Ah ! is it you, Dantes 1 " cried the man in the skiff.
" What 's the matter ] And why have you such an air of
sadness aboard 1 "

" A great misfortune, M. Morrel ! " replied the young
man, — "a great misfortune, for me especially ! Off
Civita Vecchia we lost our brave Captain Leclere."

" And the cargo 1 " inquired the owner, eagerly.

" Is all safe, M. Morrel ; and I think you will be satis-
fied on that head. But poor Captain Leclere — "

" What happened to him ? " asked the owner, with an
air of relief " What happened to the worthy captain ]"

" He is dead."

"Fell into the sea?"

" No, Monsieur, he died of the brain fever, in dreadful


Edmond seems to understand it thoroughly, and not to
require instruction from any one."

" Yes," said Danglars, casting towards Edmond a look
in which gleamed a flash of hatred, — " yes, he is young,
and youth is invariably self-confident. Scarcely was the
captain's breath out of his body when he assumed the
command without consulting any one, and he caused us
to lose a day and a half at the Isle of Elba, instead of
making for Marseilles direct."

"As to taking the command of the vessel," replied Mor-
rel, " that was his duty as captain's mate ; as to losing a
day and a half off the Isle of Elba, he was wrong, unless
the ship wanted some repair."

" The ship was as sound as I am, and as I hope you
are, M. Morrel, and this day and a half was wasted
through sheer caprice, — for the pleasure of going ashore,
and nothing else."

" Dantes ! " said the ship-owner, turning towards the
young man, "come this way!"

" In a moment, sir," answered Dantes, " I shall be at
your service." Then calling to the crew, he said, " Let

The anchor was instantly dropped, and the chain ran
rattling through the port-hole. Dantes continued at his
post in spite of the presence of the pilot until this ma-
noeuvre was completed, and then he added, " Lower the
pennant to half-mast ; put the ensign in a weft, and slope
the yards ! "

" You see," said Danglars, " he fancies himself captain
already, upon my word."

" And so, in fact, he is," said the owner.

"Yes, wanting your signature and your partner's, M.

"And why should he not have it?" asked the owners


" he is young, it is true, but he seems to me a thorough
seaman, and of full experience."

A cloud passed over Danglars's brow.

" Your pardon, 'M, Morrel," said Dantes, approaching ;
" the ship now rides at anchor, and I am at your service.
You called me, did you not 1 "

Danglars retreated a step or two.

" I wished to inquire why you stopped at the Isle of

" I do not know, sir ; it was to fulfil a last instruction of
Captain Leclere, who, when dying, gave me a packet for
the Marechal Bertrand."

" Did you see him, Edmond 1 "

"See whom?"

*•' The marshal."


Morrel looked around him, and then drawing Dantes on
one side, he said suddenly, " And how is the emperor ? "

" Very well, as far as I could judge from his appearance."

" You saw the emperor, then 1 "

" He entered the marshal's apartment while I was there."

*' And you spoke to him 1 "

"Why, it was he who spoke to me. Monsieur," said
Dantes, with a smile.

" And what did he say to you 1 "

" Asked me questions about the ship, — when she would
leave for Marseilles, the course she had taken, and what
was her cargo. I believe, if she had not been laden, and
I had been her master, he would have bought her. But
I told him I was only mate, and that she belonged to the
firm of Morrel and Son. * Ah, ah ! ' he said. ' I know
them ! The Morrels have been ship-owners from father
to son ; and there was a Morrel who served in the same
regiment with me when I was in garrison at Valence.' "


" Pardieu f and that is true ! " cried the owner, greatly-
delighted. " And that was Policar Morrel, my uncle, who
was afterwards a captain. Dantes, you must tell my uncle
that the emperor remembered him, and you will see it will
bring tears into the old soldier's eyes. Come, come ! " con-
tinued he, patting Edmond's shoulder kindly, " you did
very right, Dantes, to follow Captain Leclere's instruction,
and touch at the Isle of Elba, — although if it should be-
come known that you had conveyed a packet to the mar-
shal, and had conversed with the emperor, you might find
yourself compromised."

" How could that compromise me, Monsieur 1 " asked
Dantes. " I did not even know of what I was the bearer ;
and the emperor merely made such inquiries as he would
of the first comer. But, your pardon, here are the officers
of health and the customs coming alongside ! " and the
young man went to the gangway.

As he departed, Danglars approached, and said, —

" Well, it appears that he has given you satisfactory
reasons for his landing at Porto Ferrajo 1 "

" Yes, most satisfactory, my dear Danglars."

" Well, so much the better," said the supercargo ; " for
it is always painful to see a comrade who does not do his

" Dantes has done his," replied the owner, " and that is
not saying much. It was Captain Leclere who gave or-
ders for this delay."

" Talking of Captain Leclere, has not Dantes given you
a letter from him *? "

" To me 1 No ; was there one 1 "

" I believe that besides the packet Captain Leclere had
confided a letter to his care."

" Of what packet are you speaking, Danglars ? "

" Why, that which Dantes left at Porto Ferrajo."


" How do you know he had a packet to leave at Porto
Ferrajo 1 "

Daiiglars turned very red. " I was passing close to the
door of the captain's cabin, which was half open, and I
saw him give the packet and letter to Dantos."

" He did not speak to me of it," replied the ship-owner ;
" but if there be any letter he will give it to me."

Danglars reflected for a moment. "Then, M. Morrel,
1 beg of you," said he, " not to say a word to Dantes on
the subject ; I may have been mistaken."

At this moment the young man returned, and Danglars

" Well, my dear Dantes, are you now free 1 " inquired
the owner.

*' Yes, Monsieur."

" You have not been long detained."

" No. I gave the custom-house officers a copy of our
bill of lading ; and as to the other papers, they sent a
man off with the pilot to whom I gave them."

" Then you have nothing more to do here 1 "

" No ; all is arranged now."

" Then you can come and dine with me ? "

" I beg you to excuse me, M. Morrel ; but my first visit
is due to my father. I am not the less grateful for the
honor you have done me."

" Eight, Dantes, quite right. I always knew you were
a good son."

"And," inquired Dantes, with some hesitation, "do
you know how my father is 1 "

" Well, I believe, my dear Edmond, though I have not
seen him lately."

" Yes, he likes to keep himself shut up in his little room."

" That proves, at least, that he has wanted for nothing
during vour absence."


Dantes smiled. "My father is proud, sir; and if he
liad not a meal left, I doubt if he would have asked any-
thing from any one, except God."

" Well, then, after this first visit has been made we
rely on you."

"I must again excuse myself, M. Morrel, — for after
this first visit has been paid I have another which I am
most anxious to pay."

" True, Dantes, I forgot that there is at the Catalans
some one who expects you no less impatiently than your
father, — the lovely Mercedes."

Dantes blushed.

" Ah, ah ! " said the ship-owner, " that does not aston-
ish me, for she has been to me three times, inquiring if
there were any news of the ' Pharaon.' Peste ! Edmond,
you have a very handsome mistress ! "

" She is not my mistress," replied the young sailor,
gravely; "she is my betrothed."

"Sometimes one and the same thing," said Morrel,
with a smile.

" Not with us, Monsieur," replied Dantes.

" Well, well, my dear Edmond," continued the owner,
"do not let me detain you. You have managed my
affairs so well that I ought to allow you all the time you
require for your own. Do you want any money % "

"No, Monsieur; I have all my pay to receive, — nearly
three months' wages."

" You are a careful fellow, Edmond."

" Say that I have a poor father, Monsieur."

" Yes, yes, I know that you are a good son. Go, then,
to see your father. I have a son too, and I should be
very wroth with any one who should keep him from me
after a three months* voyage."

" Then I have your leave, Monsieur 1 "


" Yes, if you have nothing more to say to me."

" Nothing."

" Captain Leclere did not, before he died, give you a
letter for me 1 "

" He was unable to write, sir. But that reminds me
\hat I must ask leave of absence for a fortnight."

" To get married 1 "

" Yes, first, and then to go to Paris."

" Very good ; have what time you require, Dantes. It
will take quite six weeks to unload the cargo, and we can-
not get you ready for sea until three months after that ;
only be back again in three months, — for the * Pharaon,' "
added the owner, patting the young sailor on the back,
" cannot sail without her captain."

" Without her captain ! " cried Dantes, his eyes spark-
ling with animation ; " pray mind what you say, for you
are touching on the most secret wishes of my heart. Is
it really your intention to make me captain of the
* Pharaon ' 1 "

" If I were sole owner I would appoint you this mo-
ment, my dear Dantes, and say it is settled ; but I have
a partner, and you know the Italian proverb, — Chi ha
compagno ha padrone, ' He who has a partner has a mas-
ter.' But the thing is at least half done, since of the two
votes you have already secured one. Rely on me to pro-
cure you the other ; I will do my best."

" Ah, M. Morrel," exclaimed the young seaman, with
tears in his eyes, and grasping the owner's hand, — " M.
Morrel, I thank you in the name of nay father and of

" Good, good, Edmond ! Devil take it, there 's a God
in heaven for good fellows ! Go to your father ; go and
see Mercedes, and come to me afterwards."

" Shall I row you on shore \ "


" No, I thank you ; I shall remain and look over the
accounts with Danglars. Have you been satisfied with
him this voyage 1 "

" That is according to the sense you attach to the ques-
tion, Monsieur. Do you mean, is he a good comrade ?
No, for I think he never liked me since the day when I
was silly enough, after a little quarrel we had, to propose
to him to stop for ten minutes at the Isle of Monte Cristo
to settle the dispute, — a proposition which I was wrong to
suggest, and he quite right to refuse. If your question
refers to his conduct as supercargo, I believe there is noth-
ing to say against him, and that you will be content with
the way in which he has performed his duty."

" But tell me, Dantes, if you had the command of the
* Pharaon,' should you have pleasure in retaining
Danglars "? "

" Captain or mate, M. Morrel," replied Dantes, " I shall
always have the greatest respect for those who possess our
owner's confidence."

" Good, good, Dantes ! I see you are at all points a
good fellow. Let me detain you no longer. Go, for I see
how impatient you are."

" Then I have leave 1 "

" Go, I tell you."

" May I have the use of your skiff? "

" Certainly."

" Then, for the present, M. Morrel, farewell, and a
thousand thanks ! "

" I hope soon to see you again, my dear Edmond.
Good luck to you ! "

The young sailor jumped into the skiff, and sat down
in the stern, desiring to be put ashore at the Canebiere.
The two rowers bent to their work, and the little boat
glided away as rapidly as possible in the midst of the


thousand vessels whicli choke up the narrow way which
leads between the two rows of ships from the mouth of
the harbor to the Quai d'Orl^ans.

The ship-owner, smiling, followed him with his eyes
until he saw him spring out on the quay and disappear in
the midst of the throng which from five o'clock in the
morning until nine o'clock at night chokes up this famous
street of La Canebiere, of which the modern Phoceens are
so proud that they say with all the gravity in the world,
and with that accent which gives so much character to
what is said, " If Paris had La Canebiere, Paris would be
a second Marseilles." On turning round, the owner saw
Danglars behind him, who apparently awaited his orders,
but in reality followed, as he did, the young sailor with
his eyes ; but there was a great difference in the expres-
sion of the two men who thus watched the movements of
Edmond Dantes.




We will leave Danglars struggling with the feelings of
hatred, and endeavoring to insinuate in the ear of the
ship-owner, Morrel, evil suspicions against his comrade,
and follow Dantes, who, after having traversed the
Canebiere, took the Rue de Noailles, and entering into
a small house situated on the left side of the Allies de
Meillan, rapidly ascended four stories of a dark staircase,
holding the haluster in one hand, while with the other
he repressed the beatings of his heart ; he paused before
a half-opened door, which revealed the interior of a small

This apartment was occupied by Dantes's father. The
news of the arrival of the " Pharaon " had not yet reached
the old man, who, mounted on a chair, was amusing him-
self by staking with tremulous hand some nasturtiums,
which, mingled with clematis, formed a kind of trellis at
his window. Suddenly he felt an arm thrown round his
body, and a well-known voice behind him exclaimed,
" Father ! dear father ! "

The old man uttered a cry, and turned round ; then,
seeing his son, he fell into his arms, pale and trembling.

" What ails you, my dearest father "? Are you ill ] "
inquired the young man, much alarmed.

" No, no, ray dear Edmond — my boy — my son ! no ;
but I did not expect you ; and joy, the surprise of seeing


you so suddenly — Ah ! I really feel as if I were going
to die."

" Come, come ; cheer up, my dear father ! 'T is I, —
really I ! They say joy never hurts, and so I come to you
without any warning. Come now, look cheerfully at me,
instead of gazing as you do with wandering looks. Here
I am hack again, and we will now be happy."

" Yes, yes, my boy, so we will, — so we will," replied the
old man ; " but how shall we be happy 1 Will you never
leave me again ] Come, tell me all the good fortune that
has befallen you."

" God forgive me," said the young man, " for rejoicing
at happiness derived from the misery of others ; but
Heaven knows I did not seek this good fortune. It has
happened, and I really cannot affect to lament it. The
good Captain Leclere is dead. Father, and it is probable
that, with the aid of M. Morrel, I shall have his place.
Do you understand, Father ] Only imagine me a captain
at twenty, with a hundred-louis pay, and a share in the
profits ! Is this not more than a poor sailor like me could
have hoped for 1 "

" Yes, my dear boy," replied the old man, — "yes, it is
very fortunate."

" Well, then, with the first money I touch, I mean that
you shall have a small house, with a gardea in which to
plant your clematis, your nasturtiums, and your honey-
suckles. But what ails you, Father? Are you not well]"

" 'T is nothing, nothing ; it will soon pass away ; " and
as he said so the old man's strength failed him, and he fell

" Come, come," said the young man, " a glass of wine,
Father, will revive you. Where do you keep yourwinel"

*' No, no, thank you. You need not look for it ; I do
not want it," said the old man.


" Yes, yes, Father ; tell me where it is," and Dantes
opened two or three cupboards.

" It is of no use," said the old man ; " there is no

" What ! no wine ? " said Dantes, turning pale, and
looking alternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man
and the empty cupboards, — " what ! no wine ? Have
you wanted money. Father 1 "

" I want nothing since I see you," said the old man.

" Yet," stammered Dantes, wiping the perspiration from
his brow, — " yet I gave you two hundred livres when I
left, three months ago."

" Yes, yes, Edmond, that is true ; but you forgot at that
time a little debt to our neighbor Caderousse. He re-
minded me of it, telling me if I did not pay for you, he
would apply to M. Morrel j and so, you see, lest he might
do you an injury — "

" Well ] "

"Why, I paid him."

"But," cried Dantes, "it was a hundred and forty livres
I owed Caderousse."

" Yes," stammered the old man.

" And you paid him out of the two hundred livres 1
left you?"

The old man made a sign in the affirmative.

" So that you have lived for three months on sixty
livres ! " muttered the young man,

" You know how little I require," said the old man.

" Heaven pardon me ! " cried Edmond, going on his
knees before the old man.

" What are you doing 1 "

" You have wounded my very heart ! "

" Never mind it, for I see you once more," said the old
man ; "and now all is forgotten, all is well again."


" Yes, here I am," said the young man, " with a happy

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