FRANZ HAD so managed his route, that during the ride to the Colosseum they passed not a single ancient ruin, so that no preliminary impression interfered² to mitigate³ the colossal⁴ proportions of the gigantic building they came to admire. The road selected was a continuation of the Via Sistina; then by cutting off the right angle of the street in which stands Santa Maria Maggiore and proceeding⁶ by the Via Urbana and San Pietro in Vincoli, the travellers would find themselves directly opposite the Colosseum. This itinerary⁷ possessed⁸ another great advantage,--that of leaving Franz at full liberty to indulge his deep reverie upon the subject of Signor Pastrini's story, in which his mysterious host of Monte Cristo was so strangely mixed up. Seated with folded arms in a corner of the carriage, he continued to ponder over the singular history he had so lately listened to, and to ask himself an interminable number of questions touching⁹ its various circumstances without, however, arriving at a satisfactory reply to any of them. One fact more than the rest brought his friend "Sinbad the Sailor" back to his recollection, and that was the mysterious sort of intimacy¹⁰ that seemed to exist between the brigands¹¹ and the sailors; and Pastrini's account of Vampa's having found refuge on board the vessels¹² of smugglers and fishermen, reminded Franz of the two Corsican bandits he had found supping so amicably¹³ with the crew of the little yacht, which had even deviated¹⁴ from its course and touched at Porto-Vecchio for the sole purpose of landing them. The very name assumed by his host of Monte Cristo and again repeated by the landlord of the H?tel de Londres, abundantly proved to him that his island friend was playing his philanthropic part on the shores of Piombino, Civita-Vecchio, Ostia, and Gaeta, as on those of Corsica, Tuscany, and Spain; and further, Franz bethought him of having heard his singular entertainer speak both of Tunis and Palermo, proving thereby¹⁵ how largely his circle of acquaintances extended.

But however the mind of the young man might he absorbed in these reflections, they were at once dispersed¹⁶ at the sight of the dark frowning ruins of the stupendous Colosseum, through the various openings of which the pale moonlight played and flickered¹⁷ like the unearthly gleam from the eyes of the wandering dead. The carriage stopped near the Meta Sudans; the door was opened, and the young men, eagerly alighting, found themselves opposite a cicerone, who appeared to have sprung up from the ground, so unexpected was his appearance.

The usual guide from the hotel having followed them, they had paid two conductors, nor is it possible, at Rome, to avoid this abundant supply of guides; besides the ordinary cicerone, who seizes upon you directly you set foot in your hotel, and never quits you while you remain in the city, there is also a special cicerone belonging to each monument--nay¹⁸, almost to each part of a monument. It may, therefore, be easily imagined there is no scarcity¹⁹ of guides at the Colosseum, that wonder of all ages, which Martial²⁰ thus eulogizes: "Let Memphis cease to boast the barbarous miracles of her pyramids, and the wonders of Babylon be talked of no more among us; all must bow to the superiority of the gigantic labor²¹ of the C?sars, and the many voices of Fame spread far and wide the surpassing merits of this incomparable monument."

As for Albert and Franz, they essayed not to escape from their ciceronian tyrants²²; and, indeed, it would have been so much the more difficult to break their bondage²³, as the guides alone are permitted to visit these monuments with torches in their hands. Thus, then, the young men made no attempt at resistance, but blindly and confidingly²⁴ surrendered themselves into the care and custody²⁵ of their conductors. Albert had already made seven or eight similar excursions to the Colosseum, while his less favored companion trod for the first time in his life the classic ground forming the monument of Flavius Vespasian; and, to his credit be it spoken, his mind, even amid the glib²⁷ loquacity²⁸ of the guides, was duly and deeply touched with awe²⁹ and enthusiastic admiration³⁰ of all he saw; and certainly no adequate notion of these stupendous ruins can be formed save by such as have visited them, and more especially by moonlight, at which time the vast proportions of the building appear twice as large when viewed by the mysterious beams of a southern moonlit sky, whose rays are sufficiently³¹ clear and vivid to light the horizon with a glow equal to the soft twilight³² of an eastern clime. Scarcely, therefore, had the reflective Franz walked a hundred steps beneath the interior porticoes³³ of the ruin, than, abandoning Albert to the guides (who would by no means yield their prescriptive right of carrying their victims through the routine regularly laid down, and as regularly followed by them, but dragged the unconscious visitor to the various objects with a pertinacity³⁴ that admitted of no appeal, beginning, as a matter of course, with the Lions' Den³⁵, and finishing with C?sar's "Podium,"), to escape a jargon³⁶ and mechanical survey of the wonders by which he was surrounded, Franz ascended³⁷ a half-dilapidated staircase, and, leaving them to follow their monotonous³⁸ round, seated himself at the foot of a column, and immediately opposite a large aperture³⁹, which permitted him to enjoy a full and undisturbed view of the gigantic dimensions of the majestic⁴⁰ ruin.

Franz had remained for nearly a quarter of an hour perfectly⁴¹ hidden by the shadow of the vast column at whose base he had found a resting-place, and from whence his eyes followed the motions of Albert and his guides, who, holding torches in their hands, had emerged from a vomitarium at the opposite extremity⁴² of the Colosseum, and then again disappeared down the steps conducting to the seats reserved for the Vestal virgins⁴³, resembling, as they glided⁴⁴ along, some restless shades following the flickering⁴⁵ glare of so many ignes-fatui. All at once his ear caught a sound resembling that of a stone rolling down the staircase opposite the one by which he had himself ascended. There was nothing remarkable⁴⁶ in the circumstance of a fragment of granite⁴⁷ giving way and falling heavily below; but it seemed to him that the substance that fell gave way beneath the pressure of a foot, and also that some one, who endeavored as much as possible to prevent his footsteps from being heard, was approaching the spot where he sat. Conjecture⁴⁹ soon became certainty, for the figure of a man was distinctly visible to Franz, gradually emerging from the staircase opposite, upon which the moon was at that moment pouring a full tide of silvery brightness.

The stranger thus presenting himself was probably a person who, like Franz, preferred the enjoyment⁵⁰ of solitude⁵¹ and his own thoughts to the frivolous⁵² gabble of the guides. And his appearance had nothing extraordinary in it; but the hesitation⁵³ with which he proceeded, stopping and listening with anxious attention at every step he took, convinced Franz that he expected the arrival of some person. By a sort of instinctive⁵⁴ impulse, Franz withdrew as much as possible behind his pillar. About ten feet from the spot where he and the stranger were, the roof had given way, leaving a large round opening, through which might be seen the blue vault⁵⁵ of heaven, thickly studded with stars. Around this opening, which had, possibly, for ages permitted a free entrance to the brilliant moonbeams that now illumined the vast pile, grew a quantity of creeping plants, whose delicate green branches stood out in bold relief against the clear azure⁵⁶ of the firmament⁵⁷, while large masses of thick, strong fibrous shoots forced their way through the chasm⁵⁸, and hung floating to and fro, like so many waving strings⁵⁹. The person whose mysterious arrival had attracted the attention of Franz stood in a kind of half-light, that rendered it impossible to distinguish his features, although his dress was easily made out. He wore a large brown mantle⁶⁰, one fold of which, thrown over his left shoulder, served likewise to mask the lower part of his countenance⁶¹, while the upper part was completely hidden by his broad-brimmed hat. The lower part of his dress was more distinctly visible by the bright rays of the moon, which, entering through the broken ceiling, shed their refulgent⁶² beams on feet cased in elegantly made boots of polished leather, over which descended⁶³ fashionably cut trousers of black cloth.

From the imperfect means Franz had of judging, he could only come to one conclusion,--that the person whom he was thus watching certainly belonged to no inferior station of life. Some few minutes had elapsed, and the stranger began to show manifest signs of impatience⁶⁴, when a slight noise was heard outside the aperture in the roof, and almost immediately a dark shadow seemed to obstruct⁶⁵ the flood of light that had entered it, and the figure of a man was clearly seen gazing with eager scrutiny⁶⁶ on the immense space beneath him; then, as his eye caught sight of him in the mantle, he grasped a floating mass of thickly matted boughs⁶⁷, and glided down by their help to within three or four feet of the ground, and then leaped lightly on his feet. The man who had performed this daring act with so much indifference⁶⁸ wore the Transtevere costume. "I beg your excellency's pardon for keeping you waiting," said the man, in the Roman dialect, "but I don't think I'm many minutes after my time, ten o'clock his just struck on the Lateran."

"Say not a word about being late," replied the stranger in purest Tuscan; "'tis I who am too soon. But even if you had caused me to wait a little while, I should have felt quite sure that the delay was not occasioned by any fault of yours."

"Your excellency is perfectly right in so thinking," said the man; "I came here direct from the Castle of St. Angelo, and I had an immense deal of trouble before I could get a chance to speak to Beppo."

"And who is Beppo?"

"Oh, Beppo is employed in the prison, and I give him so much a year to let me know what is going on within his holiness's castle."

"Indeed! You are a provident⁶⁹ person, I see."

"Why, you see, no one knows what may happen. Perhaps some of these days I may be entrapped⁷⁰, like poor Peppino and may be very glad to have some little nibbling⁷¹ mouse to gnaw⁷² the meshes⁷³ of my net, and so help me out of prison."

"Briefly⁷⁴, what did you glean⁷⁵?"

"That two executions of considerable interest will take place the day after to-morrow at two o'clock, as is customary at Rome at the commencement of all great festivals. One of the culprits will be mazzolato; [1] he is an atrocious villain⁷⁶, who murdered the priest who brought him up, and deserves not the smallest pity. The other sufferer is sentenced to be decapitato; [2] and he, your excellency, is poor Peppino."

"The fact is, that you have inspired not only the pontifical⁷⁷ government, but also the neighboring states, with such extreme fear, that they are glad of all opportunity of making an example."

"But Peppino did not even belong to my band: he was merely a poor shepherd, whose only crime consisted in furnishing us with provisions."

"Which makes him your accomplice⁷⁹ to all intents and purposes. But mark the distinction with which he is treated; instead of being knocked on the head as you would be if once they caught hold of you, he is simply sentenced to be guillotined, by which means, too, the amusements of the day are diversified⁸⁰, and there is a spectacle to please every spectator."

"Without reckoning the wholly unexpected one I am preparing to surprise them with."

"My good friend," said the man in the cloak, "excuse me for saying that you seem to me precisely⁸¹ in the mood to commit some wild or extravagant⁸² act."

"Perhaps I am; but one thing I have resolved on, and that is, to stop at nothing to restore a poor devil to liberty, who has got into this scrape solely⁸³ from having served me. I should hate and despise myself as a coward did I desert the brave fellow in his present extremity."

"And what do you mean to do?"

"To surround the scaffold with twenty of my best men, who, at a signal from me, will rush forward directly Peppino is brought for execution, and, by the assistance of their stilettos, drive back the guard, and carry off the prisoner."

"That seems to me as hazardous⁸⁴ as uncertain, and convinces me that my scheme is far better than yours."

"And what is your excellency's project?"

"Just this. I will so advantageously bestow⁸⁵ 2,000 piastres, that the person receiving them shall obtain a respite⁸⁶ till next year for Peppino; and during that year, another skilfully⁸⁷ placed 1,000 piastres will afford him the means of escaping from his prison."

"And do you feel sure of succeeding?"

"" exclaimed the man in the cloak, suddenly expressing himself in French.

"What did your excellency say?" inquired the other.

"I said, my good fellow, that I would do more single-handed by the means of gold than you and all your troop could effect with stilettos, pistols, carbines, and blunderbusses included. Leave me, then, to act, and have no fears for the result."

"At least, there can be no harm in myself and party being in readiness, in case your excellency should fail."

"None whatever. Take what precautions you please, if it is any satisfaction to you to do so; but rely upon my obtaining the reprieve⁸⁹ I seek."

"Remember, the execution is fixed⁹⁰ for the day after tomorrow, and that you have but one day to work in."

"And what of that? Is not a day divided into twenty-four hours, each hour into sixty minutes, and every minute sub-divided into sixty seconds? Now in 86,400 seconds very many things can be done."

"And how shall I know whether your excellency has succeeded or not."

"Oh, that is very easily arranged. I have engaged the three lower windows at the Café Rospoli; should I have obtained the requisite⁹¹ pardon for Peppino, the two outside windows will be hung with yellow damasks, and the centre with white, having a large cross in red marked on it."

"And whom will you employ to carry the reprieve to the officer directing the execution?"

"Send one of your men, disguised as a penitent⁹² friar, and I will give it to him. His dress will procure⁹³ him the means of approaching the scaffold itself, and he will deliver the official order to the officer, who, in his turn, will hand it to the executioner; in the meantime, it will be as well to acquaint Peppino with what we have determined⁹⁴ on, if it be only to prevent his dying of fear or losing his senses, because in either case a very useless expense will have been incurred⁹⁵."

"Your excellency," said the man, "you are fully⁸⁸ persuaded of my entire devotion to you, are you not?"

"Nay, I flatter myself that there can be no doubt of it," replied the cavalier in the cloak.

"Well, then, only fulfil your promise of rescuing Peppino, and henceforward you shall receive not only devotion, but the most absolute obedience⁹⁶ from myself and those under me that one human being can render to another."

"Have a care how far you pledge yourself, my good friend, for I may remind you of your promise at some, perhaps, not very distant period, when I, in my turn, may require your aid and influence."

"Let that day come sooner or later, your excellency will find me what I have found you in this my heavy trouble; and if from the other end of the world you but write me word to do such or such a thing, you may regard it as done, for done it shall be, on the word and faith of"--

"Hush⁹⁷!" interrupted the stranger; "I hear a noise."

"'Tis some travellers, who are visiting the Colosseum by torchlight."

"'Twere better we should not be seen together; those guides are nothing but spies, and might possibly recognize you; and, however I may be honored by your friendship, my worthy⁹⁸ friend, if once the extent of our intimacy were known, I am sadly afraid both my reputation and credit would suffer thereby."

"Well, then, if you obtain the reprieve?"

"The middle window at the Café Rospoli will be hung with white damask, bearing a red cross."

"And if you fail?"

"Then all three windows will have yellow draperies."

"And then?"

"And then, my good fellow, use your daggers⁹⁹ in any way you please, and I further promise you to be there as a spectator of your prowess."

"We understand each other perfectly, then. Adieu, your excellency; depend upon me as firmly as I do upon you."

Saying these words, the Transteverin disappeared down the staircase, while his companion, muffling¹⁰⁰ his features more closely than before in the folds of his mantle, passed almost close to Franz, and descended to the arena¹⁰¹ by an outward flight of steps. The next minute Franz heard himself called by Albert, who made the lofty building re-echo with the sound of his friend's name. Franz, however, did not obey the summons till he had satisfied himself that the two men whose conversation he had overheard were at a sufficient distance to prevent his encountering them in his descent. In ten minutes after the strangers had departed, Franz was on the road to the Piazza¹⁰² de Spagni, listening with studied indifference to the learned dissertation¹⁰³ delivered by Albert, after the manner of Pliny and Calpurnius, touching the iron-pointed¹⁰⁴ nets used to prevent the ferocious¹⁰⁵ beasts from springing on the spectators. Franz let him proceed without interruption, and, in fact, did not hear what was said; he longed to be alone, and free to ponder over all that had occurred. One of the two men, whose mysterious meeting in the Colosseum he had so unintentionally witnessed, was an entire stranger to him, but not so the other; and though Franz had been unable to distinguish his features, from his being either wrapped in his mantle or obscured by the shadow, the tones of his voice had made too powerful an impression on him the first time he had heard them for him ever again to forget them, hear them when or where he might. It was more especially when this man was speaking in a manner half jesting, half bitter, that Franz's ear recalled most vividly¹⁰⁶ the deep sonorous¹⁰⁷, yet well-pitched voice that had addressed him in the grotto¹⁰⁸ of Monte Cristo, and which he heard for the second time amid the darkness and ruined grandeur¹⁰⁹ of the Colosseum. And the more he thought, the more entire was his conviction, that the person who wore the mantle was no other than his former host and entertainer, "Sinbad the Sailor."

Under any other circumstances, Franz would have found it impossible to resist his extreme curiosity to know more of so singular a personage, and with that intent have sought to renew their short acquaintance; but in the present instance, the confidential¹¹⁰ nature of the conversation he had overheard made him, with propriety¹¹¹, judge that his appearance at such a time would be anything but agreeable. As we have seen, therefore, he permitted his former host to retire without attempting a recognition, but fully promising¹¹² himself a rich indemnity¹¹³ for his present forbearance should chance afford him another opportunity. In vain did Franz endeavor to forget the many perplexing thoughts which assailed¹¹⁴ him; in vain did he court the refreshment¹¹⁵ of sleep. Slumber¹¹⁶ refused to visit his eyelids¹¹⁷ and the night was passed in feverish¹¹⁸ contemplation of the chain of circumstances tending to prove the identity of the mysterious visitant to the Colosseum with the inhabitant of the grotto of Monte Cristo; and the more he thought, the firmer grew his opinion on the subject. Worn out at length, he fell asleep at daybreak, and did not awake till late. Like a genuine Frenchman, Albert had employed his time in arranging for the evening's diversion; he had sent to engage a box at the Teatro Argentino; and Franz, having a number of letters to write, relinquished¹²⁰ the carriage to Albert for the whole of the day. At five o'clock Albert returned, delighted with his day's work; he had been occupied in leaving his letters of introduction, and had received in return more invitations to balls and routs¹²¹ than it would be possible for him to accept; besides this, he had seen (as he called it) all the remarkable sights at Rome. Yes, in a single day he had accomplished¹²² what his more serious-minded companion would have taken weeks to effect. Neither had he neglected to ascertain¹²³ the name of the piece to be played that night at the Teatro Argentino, and also what performers appeared in it.

The opera of Parisina was announced for representation, and the principal actors were Coselli, Moriani, and La Specchia. The young men, therefore, had reason to consider themselves fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing one of the best works by the composer of Lucia di Lammermoor, supported by three of the most renowned¹²⁴ vocalists of Italy. Albert had never been able to endure the Italian theatres, with their orchestras from which it is impossible to see, and the absence of balconies, or open boxes; all these defects pressed hard on a man who had had his stall at the Bouffes, and had shared a lower box at the Opera. Still, in spite of this, Albert displayed his most dazzling and effective costumes each time he visited the theatres; but, alas¹²⁵, his elegant toilet was wholly thrown away, and one of the most worthy representatives of Parisian fashion had to carry with him the mortifying¹²⁶ reflection that he had nearly overrun Italy without meeting with a single adventure.

Sometimes Albert would affect to make a joke of his want of success; but internally he was deeply wounded, and his self-love immensely piqued¹²⁷, to think that Albert de Morcerf, the most admired and most sought after of any young person of his day, should thus be passed over, and merely have his labor for his pains. And the thing was so much the more annoying, as, according to the characteristic modesty¹²⁸ of a Frenchman, Albert had quitted Paris with the full conviction that he had only to show himself in Italy to carry all before him, and that upon his return he should astonish the Parisian world with the recital¹²⁹ of his numerous love-affairs. Alas, poor Albert! none of those interesting adventures fell in his way; the lovely Genoese, Florentines, and Neapolitans were all faithful, if not to their husbands, at least to their lovers, and thought not of changing even for the splendid appearance of Albert de Morcerf; and all he gained was the painful conviction that the ladies of Italy have this advantage over those of France, that they are faithful even in their infidelity. Yet he could not restrain a hope that in Italy, as elsewhere, there might be an exception to the general rule. Albert, besides being an elegant, well-looking young man, was also possessed of considerable talent and ability; moreover, he was a viscount--a recently created one, certainly, but in the present day it is not necessary to go as far back as Noah in tracing a descent, and a genealogical tree is equally estimated, whether dated from 1399 or merely 1815; but to crown all these advantages, Albert de Morcerf commanded an income of 50,000 livres, a more than sufficient sum to render him a personage of considerable importance in Paris. It was therefore no small mortification¹³⁰ to him to have visited most of the principal cities in Italy without having excited the most trifling¹³¹ observation. Albert, however, hoped to indemnify himself for all these slights and indifferences during the Carnival¹³², knowing full well that among the different states and kingdoms in which this festivity is celebrated¹³³, Rome is the spot where even the wisest and gravest throw off the usual rigidity¹³⁴ of their lives, and deign¹³⁵ to mingle¹³⁶ in the follies¹³⁷ of this time of liberty and relaxation¹³⁸.

The Carnival was to commence on the morrow; therefore Albert had not an instant to lose in setting forth¹³⁹ the programme of his hopes, expectations, and claims to notice. With this design he had engaged a box in the most conspicuous¹⁴⁰ part of the theatre, and exerted himself to set off his personal attractions by the aid of the most rich and elaborate toilet. The box taken by Albert was in the first circle; although each of the three tiers of boxes is deemed equally aristocratic, and is, for this reason, generally styled the "nobility's boxes," and although the box engaged for the two friends was sufficiently capacious to contain at least a dozen persons, it had cost less than would be paid at some of the French theatres for one admitting merely four occupants. Another motive¹⁴¹ had influenced Albert's selection of his seat,--who knew but that, thus advantageously placed, he might not in truth attract the notice of some fair Roman, and an introduction might ensue that would procure him the offer of a seat in a carriage, or a place in a princely balcony, from which he might behold¹⁴² the gayeties of the Carnival? These united considerations made Albert more lively and anxious to please than he had hitherto been. Totally disregarding the business of the stage, he leaned from his box and began attentively¹⁴⁴ scrutinizing¹⁴⁵ the beauty of each pretty woman, aided by a powerful opera-glass; but, alas, this attempt to attract notice wholly failed; not even curiosity had been excited, and it was but too apparent that the lovely creatures, into whose good graces he was desirous of stealing, were all so much engrossed¹⁴⁶ with themselves, their lovers, or their own thoughts, that they had not so much as noticed him or the manipulation of his glass.

The truth was, that the anticipated pleasures of the Carnival, with the "holy week" that was to succeed it, so filled every fair breast, as to prevent the least attention being bestowed¹⁴⁷ even on the business of the stage. The actors made their entries and exits unobserved or unthought of; at certain conventional moments, the spectators would suddenly cease their conversation, or rouse themselves from their musings, to listen to some brilliant effort of Moriani's, a well-executed recitative by Coselli, or to join in loud applause at the wonderful powers of La Specchia; but that momentary¹⁴⁸ excitement over, they quickly relapsed into their former state of preoccupation or interesting conversation. Towards the close of the first act, the door of a box which had been hitherto vacant was opened; a lady entered to whom Franz had been introduced in Paris, where indeed, he had imagined she still was. The quick eye of Albert caught the involuntary start with which his friend beheld¹⁴⁹ the new arrival, and, turning to him, he said hastily, "Do you know the woman who has just entered that box?"

"Yes; what do you think of her?"

"Oh, she is perfectly lovely--what a complexion¹⁵⁰! And such magnificent hair! Is she French?"

"No; a Venetian."

"And her name is--"

"Countess G----."

"Ah, I know her by name!" exclaimed Albert; "she is said to possess as much wit and cleverness as beauty. I was to have been presented to her when I met her at Madame Villefort's ball."

"Shall I assist you in repairing your negligence¹⁵¹?" asked Franz.

"My dear fellow, are you really on such good terms with her as to venture to take me to her box?"

"Why, I have only had the honor of being in her society and conversing¹⁵² with her three or four times in my life; but you know that even such an acquaintance as that might warrant my doing what you ask." At that instant, the countess perceived Franz, and graciously waved her hand to him, to which he replied by a respectful inclination¹⁵³ of the head. "Upon my word," said Albert, "you seem to be on excellent terms with the beautiful countess."

"You are mistaken in thinking so," returned Franz calmly; "but you merely fall into the same error which leads so many of our countrymen to commit the most egregious¹⁵⁴ blunders,--I mean that of judging the habits and customs of Italy and Spain by our Parisian notions; believe me, nothing is more fallacious than to form any estimate of the degree of intimacy you may suppose existing among persons by the familiar terms they seem upon; there is a similarity of feeling at this instant between ourselves and the countess--nothing more."

"Is there, indeed, my good fellow? Pray tell me, is it sympathy of heart?"

"No; of taste," continued Franz gravely.

"And in what manner has this congeniality of mind been evinced?"

"By the countess's visiting the Colosseum, as we did last night, by moonlight, and nearly alone."

"You were with her, then?"

"I was."

"And what did you say to her?"

"Oh, we talked of the illustrious dead of whom that magnificent ruin is a glorious monument!"

"Upon my word," cried Albert, "you must have been a very entertaining companion alone, or all but alone, with a beautiful woman in such a place of sentiment as the Colosseum, and yet to find nothing better a talk about than the dead! All I can say is, if ever I should get such a chance, the living should be my theme."

"And you will probably find your theme ill-chosen."

"But," said Albert, breaking in upon his discourse¹⁵⁵, "never mind the past; let us only remember the present. Are you not going to keep your promise of introducing me to the fair subject of our remarks?"

"Certainly, directly the curtain falls on the stage."

"What a confounded time this first act takes. I believe, on my soul, that they never mean to finish it."

"Oh, yes, they will; only listen to that charming finale. How exquisitely¹⁵⁷ Coselli sings his part."

"But what an awkward, inelegant fellow he is."

"Well, then, what do you say to La Specchia? Did you ever see anything more perfect than her acting¹⁵⁸?"

"Why, you know, my dear fellow, when one has been accustomed to Malibran and Sontag, such singers as these don't make the same impression on you they perhaps do on others."

"At least, you must admire Moriani's style and execution."

"I never fancied men of his dark, ponderous¹⁵⁹ appearance singing with a voice like a woman's."

"My good friend," said Franz, turning to him, while Albert continued to point his glass at every box in the theatre, "you seem determined not to approve; you are really too difficult to please." The curtain at length fell on the performances, to the infinite satisfaction of the Viscount of Morcerf, who seized his hat, rapidly passed his fingers through his hair, arranged his cravat¹⁶⁰ and wristbands, and signified to Franz that he was waiting for him to lead the way. Franz, who had mutely interrogated¹⁶¹ the countess, and received from her a gracious smile in token that he would be welcome, sought not to retard¹⁶² the gratification of Albert's eager impatience, but began at once the tour of the house, closely followed by Albert, who availed himself of the few minutes required to reach the opposite side of the theatre to settle the height and smoothness of his collar, and to arrange the lappets of his coat. This important task was just completed as they arrived at the countess's box. At the knock, the door was immediately opened, and the young man who was seated beside the countess, in obedience to the Italian custom, instantly rose and surrendered his place to the strangers, who, in turn, would be expected to retire upon the arrival of other visitors.

Franz presented Albert as one of the most distinguished¹⁶³ young men of the day, both as regarded his position in society and extraordinary talents; nor did he say more than the truth, for in Paris and the circle in which the viscount moved, he was looked upon and cited as a model of perfection. Franz added that his companion, deeply grieved at having been prevented the honor of being presented to the countess during her sojourn¹⁶⁴ in Paris, was most anxious to make up for it, and had requested him (Franz) to remedy the past misfortune by conducting him to her box, and concluded by asking pardon for his presumption¹⁶⁵ in having taken it upon himself to do so. The countess, in reply, bowed gracefully¹⁶⁷ to Albert, and extended her hand with cordial kindness to Franz; then, inviting¹⁶⁸ Albert to take the vacant seat beside her, she recommended Franz to take the next best, if he wished to view the ballet, and pointed to the one behind her own chair. Albert was soon deeply engrossed in discoursing¹⁶⁹ upon Paris and Parisian matters, speaking to the countess of the various persons they both knew there. Franz perceived how completely he was in his element; and, unwilling¹⁷⁰ to interfere¹ with the pleasure he so evidently felt, took up Albert's glass, and began in his turn to survey the audience. Sitting alone, in the front of a box immediately opposite, but situated¹⁷¹ on the third row, was a woman of exquisite¹⁵⁶ beauty, dressed in a Greek costume, which evidently, from the ease and grace with which she wore it, was her national attire¹⁷². Behind her, but in deep shadow, was the outline of a masculine figure; but the features of this latter personage it was not possible to distinguish. Franz could not forbear breaking in upon the apparently¹⁷³ interesting conversation passing between the countess and Albert, to inquire of the former if she knew who was the fair Albanian opposite, since beauty such as hers was well worthy of being observed by either sex. "All I can tell about her," replied the countess, "is, that she has been at Rome since the beginning of the season; for I saw her where she now sits the very first night of the season, and since then she has never missed a performance. Sometimes she is accompanied by the person who is now with her, and at others she is merely attended by a black servant."

"And what do you think of her personal appearance?"

"Oh, I consider her perfectly lovely--she is just my idea of what Medora must have been."

Franz and the countess exchanged a smile, and then the latter resumed her conversation with Albert, while Franz returned to his previous survey of the house and company. The curtain rose on the ballet, which was one of those excellent specimens¹⁷⁴ of the Italian school, admirably arranged and put on the stage by Henri, who has established for himself a great reputation throughout Italy for his taste and skill in the choregraphic art--one of those masterly productions of grace, method, and elegance¹⁷⁵ in which the whole corps¹⁷⁶ de ballet, from the principal dancers to the humblest supernumerary, are all engaged on the stage at the same time; and a hundred and fifty persons may be seen exhibiting the same attitude, or elevating the same arm or leg with a simultaneous movement, that would lead you to suppose that but one mind, one act of volition¹⁷⁷, influenced the moving mass--the ballet was called "Poliska." However much the ballet might have claimed his attention, Franz was too deeply occupied with the beautiful Greek to take any note of it; while she seemed to experience an almost childlike delight in watching it, her eager, animated¹⁷⁸ looks contrasting strongly with the utter indifference of her companion, who, during the whole time the piece lasted, never even moved, not even when the furious, crashing din⁵ produced by the trumpets¹⁷⁹, cymbals¹⁸⁰, and Chinese bells sounded their loudest from the orchestra. Of this he took no heed¹⁸¹, but was, as far as appearances might be trusted, enjoying soft repose¹⁸² and bright celestial¹⁸³ dreams. The ballet at length came to a close, and the curtain fell amid the loud, unanimous plaudits of an enthusiastic and delighted audience.

Owing to the very judicious¹⁸⁴ plan of dividing the two acts of the opera with a ballet, the pauses between the performances are very short, the singers in the opera having time to repose themselves and change their costume, when necessary, while the dancers are executing their pirouettes and exhibiting their graceful¹⁶⁶ steps. The overture¹⁸⁵ to the second act began; and, at the first sound of the leader's bow across his violin, Franz observed the sleeper¹⁸⁶ slowly arise and approach the Greek girl, who turned around to say a few words to him, and then, leaning forward again on the railing of her box, she became as absorbed as before in what was going on. The countenance of the person who had addressed her remained so completely in the shade, that, though Franz tried his utmost, he could not distinguish a single feature. The curtain rose, and the attention of Franz was attracted by the actors; and his eyes turned from the box containing the Greek girl and her strange companion to watch the business of the stage.

Most of my readers are aware that the second act of Parisina opens with the celebrated and effective duet in which Parisina, while sleeping, betrays to Azzo the secret of her love for Ugo. The injured husband goes through all the emotions of jealousy¹⁸⁷, until conviction seizes on his mind, and then, in a frenzy¹⁸⁸ of rage and indignation, he awakens¹⁹⁰ his guilty wife to tell her that he knows her guilt¹⁹¹ and to threaten her with his vengeance¹⁹². This duet is one of the most beautiful, expressive¹⁹³ and terrible conceptions that has ever emanated¹⁹⁴ from the fruitful pen of Donizetti. Franz now listened to it for the third time; yet it's notes, so tenderly expressive and fearfully grand as the wretched husband and wife give vent⁴⁸ to their different griefs and passions, thrilled through the soul of Franz with an effect equal to his first emotions upon hearing it. Excited beyond his usual calm demeanor¹⁹⁵, Franz rose with the audience, and was about to join the loud, enthusiastic applause that followed; but suddenly his purpose was arrested, his hands fell by his sides, and the half-uttered "bravos" expired on his lips. The occupant of the box in which the Greek girl sat appeared to share the universal admiration that prevailed; for he left his seat to stand up in front, so that, his countenance being fully revealed, Franz had no difficulty in recognizing him as the mysterious inhabitant of Monte Cristo, and the very same person he had encountered the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum, and whose voice and figure had seemed so familiar to him. All doubt of his identity was now at an end; his singular host evidently resided at Rome. The surprise and agitation¹⁹⁶ occasioned by this full confirmation¹⁹⁷ of Franz's former suspicion had no doubt imparted a corresponding expression to his features; for the countess, after gazing with a puzzled look at his face, burst into a fit of laughter, and begged to know what had happened. "Countess," returned Franz, totally unheeding her raillery, "I asked you a short time since if you knew any particulars respecting the Albanian lady opposite; I must now beseech¹⁹⁸ you to inform me who and what is her husband?"

"Nay," answered the countess, "I know no more of him than yourself."

"Perhaps you never before noticed him?"

"What a question--so truly French! Do you not know that we Italians have eyes only for the man we love?"

"True," replied Franz.

"All I call say is," continued the countess, taking up the lorgnette, and directing it toward the box in question, "that the gentleman, whose history I am unable to furnish, seems to me as though he had just been dug up; he looks more like a corpse¹⁹⁹ permitted by some friendly grave-digger to quit his tomb for a while, and revisit this earth of ours, than anything human. How ghastly pale he is!"

"Oh, he is always as colorless as you now see him," said Franz.

"Then you know him?" almost screamed the countess. "Oh, pray do, for heaven's sake, tell us all about--is he a vampire²⁰⁰, or a resuscitated²⁰¹ corpse, or what?"

"I fancy I have seen him before; and I even think he recognizes me."

"And I can well understand," said the countess, shrugging up her beautiful shoulders, as though an involuntary shudder²⁰² passed through her veins²⁰³, "that those who have once seen that man will never be likely to forget him." The sensation experienced by Franz was evidently not peculiar²⁰⁴ to himself; another, and wholly uninterested person, felt the same unaccountable awe and misgiving²⁰⁵. "Well." inquired Franz, after the countess had a second time directed her lorgnette at the box, "what do you think of our opposite neighbor?"

"Why, that he is no other than Lord Ruthven himself in a living form." This fresh allusion²⁰⁶ to Byron drew a smile to Franz's countenance; although he could but allow that if anything was likely to induce belief in the existence of vampires²⁰⁷, it would be the presence of such a man as the mysterious personage before him.

"I must positively²⁰⁸ find out who and what he is," said Franz, rising from his seat.

"No, no," cried the countess; "you must not leave me. I depend upon you to escort me home. Oh, indeed, I cannot permit you to go."

"Is it possible," whispered Franz, "that you entertain any fear?"

"I'll tell you," answered the countess. "Byron had the most perfect belief in the existence of vampires, and even assured me that he had seen them. The description he gave me perfectly corresponds with the features and character of the man before us. Oh, he is the exact personification of what I have been led to expect! The coal-black hair, large bright, glittering eyes, in which a wild, unearthly fire seems burning,--the same ghastly paleness. Then observe, too, that the woman with him is altogether unlike all others of her sex. She is a foreigner--a stranger. Nobody knows who she is, or where she comes from. No doubt she belongs to the same horrible race he does, and is, like himself, a dealer²⁰⁹ in magical arts. I entreat²¹⁰ of you not to go near him--at least to-night; and if to-morrow your curiosity still continues as great, pursue your researches if you will; but to-night you neither can nor shall. For that purpose I mean to keep you all to myself." Franz protested he could not defer²¹¹ his pursuit till the following day, for many reasons. "Listen to me," said the countess, "and do not be so very headstrong. I am going home. I have a party at my house to-night, and therefore cannot possibly remain till the end of the opera. Now, I cannot for one instant believe you so devoid²¹² of gallantry as to refuse a lady your escort when she even condescends²¹³ to ask you for it."

There was nothing else left for Franz to do but to take up his hat, open the door of the box, and offer the countess his arm. It was quite evident, by her manner, that her uneasiness was not feigned²¹⁴; and Franz himself could not resist a feeling of superstitious²¹⁵ dread--so much the stronger in him, as it arose from a variety of corroborative²¹⁶ recollections, while the terror of the countess sprang from an instinctive belief, originally created in her mind by the wild tales she had listened to till she believed them truths. Franz could even feel her arm tremble as he assisted her into the carriage. Upon arriving at her hotel, Franz perceived that she had deceived him when she spoke²⁶ of expecting company; on the contrary, her own return before the appointed hour seemed greatly to astonish the servants. "Excuse my little subterfuge," said the countess, in reply to her companion's half-reproachful observation on the subject; "but that horrid²¹⁷ man had made me feel quite uncomfortable, and I longed to be alone, that I might compose my startled mind." Franz essayed to smile. "Nay," said she, "do not smile; it ill accords with the expression of your countenance, and I am sure it does not spring from your heart. however, promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"Promise me, I say."

"I will do anything you desire, except relinquish¹¹⁹ my determination of finding out who this man is. I have more reasons than you can imagine for desiring to know who he is, from whence he came, and whither he is going."

"Where he comes from I am ignorant; but I can readily tell you where he is going to, and that is down below, without the least doubt."

"Let us only speak of the promise you wished me to make," said Franz.

"Well, then, you must give me your word to return immediately to your hotel, and make no attempt to follow this man to-night. There are certain affinities²¹⁸ between the persons we quit and those we meet afterwards. For heaven's sake, do not serve as a conductor between that man and me. Pursue your chase after him to-morrow as eagerly as you please; but never bring him near me, if you would not see me die of terror. And now, good-night; go to your rooms, and try to sleep away all recollections of this evening. For my own part, I am quite sure I shall not be able to close my eyes." So saying, the countess quitted Franz, leaving him unable to decide whether she were merely amusing herself at his expense, or whether her fears and agitations²¹⁹ were genuine.

Upon his return to the hotel, Franz found Albert in his dressing-gown and slippers²²⁰, listlessly extended on a sofa, smoking a cigar. "My dear fellow." cried he, springing up, "is it really you? Why, I did not expect to see you before to-morrow."

"My dear Albert," replied Franz, "I am glad of this opportunity to tell you, once and forever, that you entertain a most erroneous notion concerning Italian women. I should have thought the continual failures you have met with in all your own love affairs might have taught you better by this time."

"Upon my soul, these women would puzzle the very Devil to read them aright. Why, here--they give you their hand--they press yours in return--they keep up a whispering conversation--permit you to accompany them home. Why, if a Parisian were to indulge in a quarter of these marks of flattering attention, her reputation would be gone forever."

"And the very reason why the women of this fine country put so little restraint on their words and actions, is because they live so much in public, and have really nothing to conceal²²¹. Besides, you must have perceived that the countess was really alarmed."

"At what? At the sight of that respectable gentleman sitting opposite to us in the same box with the lovely Greek girl? Now, for my part, I met them in the lobby after the conclusion of the piece; and hang me, if I can guess where you took your notions of the other world from. I can assure you that this hobgoblin of yours is a deuced fine-looking fellow--admirably dressed. Indeed, I feel quite sure, from the cut of his clothes, they are made by a first-rate Paris tailor--probably Blin or Humann. He was rather too pale, certainly; but then, you know, paleness is always looked upon as a strong proof of aristocratic descent and distinguished breeding." Franz smiled; for he well remembered that Albert particularly prided himself on the entire absence of color in his own complexion.

"Well, that tends to confirm my own ideas," said Franz, "that the countess's suspicions were destitute²²² alike of sense and reason. Did he speak in your hearing? and did you catch any of his words?"

"I did; but they were uttered in the Romaic dialect. I knew that from the mixture of Greek words. I don't know whether I ever told you that when I was at college I was rather--rather strong in Greek."

"He spoke the Romaic language, did he?"

"I think so."

"That settles it," murmured Franz. "'Tis he, past all doubt."

"What do you say?"

"Nothing, nothing. But tell me, what were you thinking about when I came in?"

"Oh, I was arranging a little surprise for you."

"Indeed. Of what nature?"

"Why, you know it is quite impossible to procure a carriage."

"Certainly; and I also know that we have done all that human means afforded to endeavor to get one."

"Now, then, in this difficulty a bright idea has flashed across my brain." Franz looked at Albert as though he had not much confidence in the suggestions of his imagination. "I tell you what, Sir Franz," cried Albert, "you deserve to be called out for such a misgiving and incredulous glance as that you were pleased to bestow on me just now."

"And I promise to give you the satisfaction of a gentleman if your scheme turns out as ingenious as you assert."

"Well, then, hearken to me."

"I listen."

"You agree, do you not, that obtaining a carriage is out of the question?"

"I do."

"Neither can we procure horses?"

"True; we have offered any sum, but have failed."

"Well, now, what do you say to a cart? I dare say such a thing might be had."

"Very possibly."

"And a pair of oxen?"

"As easily found as the cart."

"Then you see, my good fellow, with a cart and a couple of oxen our business can be managed. The cart must be tastefully ornamented²²³; and if you and I dress ourselves as Neapolitan reapers²²⁴, we may get up a striking tableau²²⁵, after the manner of that splendid picture by Leopold Robert. It would add greatly to the effect if the countess would join us in the costume of a peasant from Puzzoli or Sorrento. Our group would then be quite complete, more especially as the countess is quite beautiful enough to represent a madonna."

"Well," said Franz, "this time, Albert, I am bound to give you credit for having hit upon a most capital idea."

"And quite a national one, too," replied Albert with gratified pride. "A mere⁷⁸ masque borrowed from our own festivities. Ha, ha, ye Romans! you thought to make us, unhappy strangers, trot²²⁶ at the heels of your processions, like so many lazzaroni, because no carriages or horses are to be had in your beggarly city. But you don't know us; when we can't have one thing we invent another."

"And have you communicated your triumphant²²⁷ idea to anybody?"

"Only to our host. Upon my return home I sent for him, and I then explained to him what I wished to procure. He assured me that nothing would be easier than to furnish all I desired. One thing I was sorry for; when I bade him have the horns of the oxen gilded²²⁸, he told me there would not be time, as it would require three days to do that; so you see we must do without this little superfluity."

"And where is he now?"

"Who?"

"Our host."

"Gone out in search of our equipage, by to-morrow it might be too late."

"Then he will be able to give us an answer to-night."

"Oh, I expect him every minute."

At this instant the door opened, and the head of Signor Pastrini appeared.

"Permesso?" inquired he.

"Certainly--certainly," cried Franz. "Come in, mine host."

"Now, then," asked Albert eagerly, "have you found the desired cart and oxen?"

"Better than that!" replied Signor Pastrini, with the air of a man perfectly well satisfied with himself.

"Take care, my worthy host," said Albert, "better is a sure enemy to well."

"Let your excellencies only leave the matter to me," returned Signor Pastrini in a tone indicative of unbounded self-confidence.

"But what have you done?" asked Franz. "Speak out, there's a worthy fellow."

"Your excellencies are aware," responded the landlord, swelling²³⁰ with importance, "that the Count of Monte Cristo is living on the same floor with yourselves!"

"I should think we did know it," exclaimed Albert, "since it is owing to that circumstance that we are packed into these small rooms, like two poor students in the back streets of Paris."

"When, then, the Count of Monte Cristo, hearing of the dilemma²³¹ in which you are placed, has sent to offer you seats in his carriage and two places at his windows in the Palazzo Rospoli." The friends looked at each other with unutterable surprise.

"But do you think," asked Albert, "that we ought to accept such offers from a perfect stranger?"

"What sort of person is this Count of Monte Cristo?" asked Franz of his host. "A very great nobleman, but whether Maltese or Sicilian I cannot exactly say; but this I know, that he is noble as a Borghese and rich as a gold-mine."

"It seems to me," said Franz, speaking in an undertone to Albert, "that if this person merited the high panegyrics²³² of our landlord, he would have conveyed his invitation through another channel, and not permitted it to be brought to us in this unceremonious way. He would have written--or"--

At this instant some one knocked at the door. "Come in," said Franz. A servant, wearing a livery of considerable style and richness, appeared at the threshold, and, placing two cards in the landlord's hands, who forthwith presented them to the two young men, he said, "Please to deliver these, from the Count of Monte Cristo to Viscomte Albert de Morcerf and M. Franz d'Epinay. The Count of Monte Cristo," continued the servant, "begs these gentlemen's permission to wait upon them as their neighbor, and he will be honored by an intimation of what time they will please to receive him."

"Faith, Franz," whispered Albert, "there is not much to find fault with here."

"Tell the count," replied Franz, "that we will do ourselves the pleasure of calling on him." The servant bowed and retired²³³.

"That is what I call an elegant mode of attack," said Albert, "You were quite correct in what you said, Signor Pastrini. The Count of Monte Cristo is unquestionably a man of first-rate breeding and knowledge of the world."

"Then you accept his offer?" said the host.

"Of course we do," replied Albert. "Still, I must own I am sorry to be obliged to give up the cart and the group of reapers--it would have produced such an effect! And were it not for the windows at the Palazzo Rospoli, by way of recompense for the loss of our beautiful scheme, I don't know but what I should have held on by my original plan. What say you, Franz?"

"Oh, I agree with you; the windows in the Palazzo Rospoli alone decided²³⁴ me." The truth was, that the mention of two places in the Palazzo Rospoli had recalled to Franz the conversation he had overheard the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum between the mysterious unknown and the Transteverin, in which the stranger in the cloak had undertaken to obtain the freedom of a condemned²³⁵ criminal; and if this muffled-up individual proved (as Franz felt sure he would) the same as the person he had just seen in the Teatro Argentino, then he should be able to establish his identity, and also to prosecute²³⁶ his researches respecting him with perfect facility and freedom. Franz passed the night in confused dreams respecting the two meetings he had already had with his mysterious tormentor²³⁷, and in waking speculations²³⁸ as to what the morrow would produce. The next day must clear up every doubt; and unless his near neighbor and would-be friend, the Count of Monte Cristo, possessed the ring of Gyges, and by its power was able to render himself invisible, it was very certain he could not escape this time. Eight o'clock found Franz up and dressed, while Albert, who had not the same motives²³⁹ for early rising, was still soundly asleep. The first act of Franz was to summon his landlord, who presented himself with his accustomed obsequiousness²⁴⁰.

"Pray, Signor Pastrini," asked Franz, "is not some execution appointed to take place to-day?"

"Yes, your excellency; but if your reason for inquiry²⁴¹ is that you may procure a window to view it from, you are much too late."

"Oh, no," answered Franz, "I had no such intention; and even if I had felt a wish to witness the spectacle, I might have done so from Monte Pincio--could I not?"

"Ah!" exclaimed mine host, "I did not think it likely your excellency would have chosen to mingle with such a rabble²⁴² as are always collected on that hill, which, indeed, they consider as exclusively belonging to themselves."

"Very possibly I may not go," answered Franz; "but in case I feel disposed, give me some particulars of to-day's executions."

"What particulars would your excellency like to hear?"

"Why, the number of persons condemned to suffer, their names, and description of the death they are to die."

"That happens just lucky, your excellency! Only a few minutes ago they brought me the tavolettas."

"What are they?"

"Sort of wooden tablets hung up at the corners of streets the evening before an execution, on which is pasted up a paper containing the names of the condemned persons, their crimes, and mode of punishment. The reason for so publicly announcing all this is, that all good and faithful Catholics may offer up their prayers for the unfortunate culprits, and, above all, beseech of heaven to grant them a sincere repentance²⁴³."

"And these tablets are brought to you that you may add your prayers to those of the faithful, are they?" asked Franz somewhat incredulously.

"Oh, dear, no, your excellency! I have not time for anybody's affairs but my own and those of my honorable guests; but I make an agreement with the man who pastes up the papers, and he brings them to me as he would the playbills, that in case any person staying at my hotel should like to witness an execution, he may obtain every requisite information concerning the time and place etc."

"Upon my word, that is a most delicate attention on your part, Signor Pastrini," cried Franz.

"Why, your excellency," returned the landlord, chuckling²⁴⁴ and rubbing his hands with infinite complacency, "I think I may take upon myself to say I neglect nothing to deserve the support and patronage²⁴⁵ of the noble visitors to this poor hotel."

"I see that plainly enough, my most excellent host, and you may rely upon me to proclaim so striking a proof of your attention to your guests wherever I go. Meanwhile, oblige me by a sight of one of these tavolettas."

"Nothing can be easier than to comply with your excellency's wish," said the landlord, opening the door of the chamber²⁴⁶; "I have caused one to be placed on the landing, close by your apartment." Then, taking the tablet from the wall, he handed it to Franz, who read as follows:--

"'The public is informed that on Wednesday, February 23d, being the first day of the Carnival, executions will take place in the Piazza del Popolo, by order of the Tribunal of the Rota, of two persons, named Andrea Rondola, and Peppino, otherwise called Rocca Priori; the former found guilty of the murder of a venerable and exemplary priest, named Don Cesare Torlini, canon of the church of St. John Lateran; and the latter convicted of being an accomplice of the atrocious and sanguinary bandit, Luigi Vampa, and his band. The first-named malefactor²⁴⁷ will be mazzolato, the second culprit, decapitato. The prayers of all good Christians²⁴⁸ are entreated²⁴⁹ for these unfortunate men, that it may please God to awaken¹⁸⁹ them to a sense of their guilt, and to grant them a hearty²⁵⁰ and sincere repentance for their crimes.'"

This was precisely what Franz had heard the evening before in the ruins of the Colosseum. No part of the programme differed,--the names of the condemned persons, their crimes, and mode of punishment, all agreed with his previous information. In all probability, therefore, the Transteverin was no other than the bandit Luigi Vampa himself, and the man shrouded²⁵¹ in the mantle the same he had known as "Sinbad the Sailor," but who, no doubt, was still pursuing his philanthropic expedition in Rome, as he had already done at Porto-Vecchio and Tunis. Time was getting on, however, and Franz deemed it advisable to awaken Albert; but at the moment he prepared to proceed to his chamber, his friend entered the room in perfect costume for the day. The anticipated delights of the Carnival had so run in his head as to make him leave his pillow long before his usual hour. "Now, my excellent Signor Pastrini," said Franz, addressing his landlord, "since we are both ready, do you think we may proceed at once to visit the Count of Monte Cristo?"

"Most assuredly," replied he. "The Count of Monte Cristo is always an early riser; and I can answer for his having been up these two hours."

"Then you really consider we shall not be intruding²⁵² if we pay our respects to him directly?"

"Oh, I am quite sure. I will take all the blame on myself if you find I have led you into an error."

"Well, then, if it be so, are you ready, Albert?"

"Perfectly."

"Let us go and return our best thanks for his courtesy."

"Yes, let us do so." The landlord preceded the friends across the landing, which was all that separated them from the apartments of the count, rang at the bell, and, upon the door being opened by a servant, said, "I signori Francesi."

The domestic bowed respectfully, and invited them to enter. They passed through two rooms, furnished in a luxurious²⁵³ manner they had not expected to see under the roof of Signor Pastrini, and were shown into an elegantly fitted-up drawing-room. The richest Turkey carpets covered the floor, and the softest and most inviting couches, easy-chairs, and sofas, offered their high-piled and yielding cushions to such as desired repose or refreshment. Splendid paintings by the first masters were ranged against the walls, intermingled with magnificent trophies²⁵⁴ of war, while heavy curtains of costly²⁵⁵ tapestry²⁵⁶ were suspended before the different doors of the room. "If your excellencies will please to be seated," said the man, "I will let the count know that you are here."

And with these words he disappeared behind one of the tapestried²⁵⁷ portières. As the door opened, the sound of a guzla reached the ears of the young men, but was almost immediately lost, for the rapid closing of the door merely allowed one rich swell²²⁹ of harmony to enter. Franz and Albert looked inquiringly at each other, then at the gorgeous furnishings of the apartment. Everything seemed more magnificent at a second view than it had done at their first rapid survey.

"Well," said Franz to his friend, "what think you of all this?"

"Why, upon my soul, my dear fellow, it strikes me that our elegant and attentive¹⁴³ neighbor must either be some successful stock-jobber who has speculated in the fall of the Spanish funds, or some prince travelling incog."

"Hush, hush!" replied Franz; "we shall ascertain who and what he is--he comes!" As Franz spoke, he heard the sound of a door turning on its hinges, and almost immediately afterwards the tapestry was drawn²⁵⁸ aside, and the owner of all these riches stood before the two young men. Albert instantly rose to meet him, but Franz remained, in a manner, spellbound on his chair; for in the person of him who had just entered he recognized not only the mysterious visitant to the Colosseum, and the occupant of the box at the Teatro Argentino, but also his extraordinary host of Monte Cristo.

弗兰兹所指定的路线很巧妙，使他们到斗兽场去的路上一座古迹也不经过，这样，头脑里便不会因为看多了这些古迹，而影响了他们去欣赏那座庞大建筑物的兴致。他所选定的路线是先沿着西斯蒂纳街走，到圣·玛丽亚教堂向右转，顺着乌巴那街和圣·彼得街折入文卡利街，到了文卡利街，游客们就会发现他们已正对着斗兽场了。走这条路线另外还有一大优点，就是可以让弗兰兹自由自在地去深思冥想，把派里尼老板讲述给他听的那个故事思索一番，因为，他那位住在基督山岛的神秘的东道主竟也出现在那个故事里。他交叉着两臂靠在马车的一个角落里，揣摩着刚才所听到的那一篇奇闻，他想出了无数有关的问题来自问，但没有一个问题能得到满意的答复。在一个事实最能使他联想起他的朋友“水手辛巴德”来，就是，在土匪和水手之间，似乎存在着一种密切的神秘关系。

派里尼说万帕常常躲避到走私贩子和渔夫的船上去，这使弗兰兹想起他自己也曾看到那两个科西嘉强盗和那艘小游艇的船员们一起融洽地用餐，那艘小游艇甚至还改变了它的航程，到韦基奥港去靠了一靠，专程送他们上岸。伦敦旅馆的老板也曾提到基督山他那位东道主的化名，他觉得单是这一个名字就足以证明他那位岛上的朋友的博爱行为不但遍及科西嘉，托斯卡纳和西班牙沿岸，而且还同样的遍及皮昂比诺，契维塔·韦基亚，奥斯尼斯和巴勒莫，这可以证明他的交游范围是多么的广大。

但是，不论这个年轻人是如何专心一致地沉溺在这种种回忆里，他的思绪还是被伟大的斗兽场废墟那一片黑森森的景象打断了，透过废墟的各个门洞，惨白的月光时隐时现地闪烁着，象是孤魂野鬼的眼睛里所射出来的光。马车在苏丹台附近停下来，门是大开着的，这两个青年急忙跳下马车，发觉他们面前已站着一个向导，象是从地底下钻出来似的。

旅馆里的那个随从向导是跟他们一起来的，所以他们就有了两个向导。在罗马，人想避免这种多余的向导是不可能的。你的前脚刚踏进旅馆，一个普通向导便跟上了你，只要你还留在城里，他就决不会离开你，此外，每一处名胜的每一部分都有一个。所以我们很容易想象得到，斗兽场里是不会缺乏向导的，因为它是千古的奇迹，关于它，诗人马西阿尔曾作过这样的赞美：“埃及人别再拿野蛮的奇迹金字塔来自夸，我们也别再谈巴比伦的古城名刹；一切其他的建筑物都必须让位给凯撒的斗兽场，一切赞美之声都应该汇合起来歌颂那座大厦。”

至于阿尔贝和弗兰兹，他们并不想躲避开这些以导游为业的人。老实说，即使想躲避也非常困难，因为只有向导才可以拿着火把去参观这些名胜。两个青年无法抗拒，只能毫无条件地向他们的引导者宣告投降。弗兰兹已经到斗兽场来夜游过十多次了，而他的同伴却是第一次光顾维斯派森大帝的这个古迹，平心而论，虽然那两个向导口若悬河地在他的耳边喋喋不休，他的脑子里还是留下了很强烈的印象。事实上，要不是亲眼目睹，谁都想象不到一个废墟竟会这样庄严宏伟，欧洲南部的月光和东方的落日余辉有着异曲同工之妙，在这种神秘的月光之下，废墟的各部分看来似乎都扩大了一倍。弗兰兹在废墟的内廊底下走了一百步左右，怀古之情便油然而生，于是他离开了阿尔贝，反正那两个向导总会照他们的老规矩，领他去看关狮子的洞，斗猩力士的休息室和凯撒大帝的包厢的。

他走上一座颓废的台阶，让他们按照规定的游览路线去参观，自己则走到一个制品对面廊柱的阴影里，静静地坐了下来，这样，他就可以欣赏到这座宏伟的废墟的全景，尽情随意地观看这庞大无比的建筑物。

弗兰兹在那条廊柱的阴影里差不多躲了一刻钟光景，他的目光跟随着阿尔贝和那两个手持火把的向导，他们已从斗兽场尽头的一座正门里转了出来，然后又消失在台阶下面，大概是参观修女们的包厢去了，当他们静悄悄地溜过的时候，真象是几个仓皇的鬼影在追随一簇闪烁的磷火，这时，他的耳朵里突然听到一种声音，好象有一块石头滚下了他对面的台阶，在这种环境里，一片肃落的花岗石从上面掉下来原是算不得什么稀奇的，但他觉得这种石块似乎是被一只脚踩下来的，而且似乎有个人正向他坐的这个地方走过来，脚步极轻，象是竭力不让人听到似的。猜测不久便成了事实。因为的确有一个人影出现了，当他走上台阶来的时候，他便渐渐地从黑暗里钻了出来，月光照着台阶的顶端，而踏级则消失在暗处。他大概也是一个象弗兰兹这样的游客，喜欢独自欣赏，不愿那喋喋不休的向导来打扰他的思绪。所以他的出现，倒也没什么可惊之处，但他走上来的神态却有点紧紧张张，躲躲闪闪的，每走一步都要停下来提心地倾听一下，这使弗兰兹相信他是怀有某种目的来的：他到这儿来是要会一个人的，弗兰兹本能地退缩到了廊柱后面。来客在离他十尺远的地方站住了，那里的屋顶是破的，露出了一个圆形的大缺口，从这个缺口里望出去，可以看到那繁星满布的蓝色夜空。这个缺口成了月光的一个自由进口，这或许已有几百年的历史了吧，缺口的四周长着不少爬墙类植物，那纤细的绿色小枝，在明亮清净的苍穹衬托之下，显得极其清晰，而那一簇簇强韧的根须，穿过裂隙飘垂下来，来回摆荡，象许多飘动的丝穗。那行动诡秘引起弗兰兹注意的人正站在一个半明半暗的地方，所以无法看清他的面貌，但他的衣着倒是很容易看清的。他穿着一件棕褐色宽大的披风，下摆的一角掀起盖住了他的左肩，象是故意用它来遮住下半部脸似的，而上半部脸则完全藏在他那顶宽边的帽子下面，他的下半身着装比较清楚，从破屋顶上进来的明亮的月光，照出他的擦得雪亮的皮靴，皮靴上面是黑色的长裤，显然他即使不是个贵族，也是上流社会中的人。

过了一会儿，此人开始显示出不耐烦的样子，正在这时，屋顶的洞口外面发出了一种轻微的响声，立刻有一个黑影挡住了亮光，那分明是一个男人的身影，那人正在急切而仔细地察看他身下的这一大片地方，当他看到那个穿披风的人时，他就抓住一簇向下飘垂密密地缠结在一起的根须，顺着它滑到了离地三四尺的地方，然后轻轻地跳了下来，他穿着一套勒司斐人的服装。

“劳先生久等了，请原谅，”那人用罗马土语说道，“但我想，我也没有迟到多久。圣·琪安教堂的钟刚刚敲过十点。”

“关于迟到的事，不必再提了，”先到的那个人用最纯粹的托斯卡纳语回答说，“是我自己来得太早了。但即使你让我略微等了一会儿，我也十分相信你决不是故意迟到的。”

“先生说得不错，”那个人说道，“我是直接从圣·安琪堡来的，我费了不少劲儿才设法和俾波谈了一次。”

“俾波是谁？”

“噢，俾波是在监牢里干事的，我在他身上花了一年的功夫才打听出教皇堡里的情形。”

“真的！我看你这个人倒是很能深谋远虑呀。”

“您知道，未来的事是谁也难以预料的呀。或许这几天里我也会象可怜的庇皮诺那样陷进罗网，那时我倒非常高兴能有一只牙齿发痒的小老鼠在我的网上咬几个小洞。”

“说简单点吧，你打听到了什么消息？”

“星期二下午二点钟要杀两个人，这是罗马每一个大节日开始时的老规矩，人们对这一仪式都很感兴趣，一个犯人将被处以锤刑：那家伙是个没良心的流氓，他谋杀了那个抚养他长大的教士，真是一点都不必可怜他的。另外那个被判处斩刑，而他呀，先生，就是那个可怜的庇皮诺。”

“你还想怎么样呢？你不但在教皇的统治下招兵买马，而且还闹到了邻邦那去，闹得他们害怕，他们当然很高兴有个机会杀一儆百啦。”

“但庇庇诺根本不是我的部下，他只是一个可怜的牧人，他唯一的罪名就是供给我们粮草罢了。”

“这样说来，他的确是你的一个党羽了。你注意一下他所受的优待吧，假使他们捉到你，就要在你头上打一锤，而他只不过被判了个斩刑。那样，那天的娱乐节目就会多一个花样，多一幕热闹场面来满足观众了。”

“但他们根本想不到我也正在为他准备一个场面，要吓他们一吓哩。”

“我的好朋友，”穿披风的那个人说道，“请原谅我说一句话，在我看来，你的心里十足象是想要干一件傻事。”

“我只不过是想不要让那可怜虫被杀头。他之所以受苦完全是因为帮了我的忙的缘故。圣母在上，我要是袖手旁观，让那个勇敢的人象这样死掉，我就是一个懦夫，连自己都要瞧不起自己了。”

“你打算怎么办？”

“我派二十个能干的人，包围断头台，当庇皮诺被带上去行刑的时候，我就发出一个暗号，大家就一拥而上，用小刀子赶退卫兵，把犯人劫走。”

“依我看，这个办法既危险又没把握，我确信我的计划要比你的好得多。”

“先生的计划是什么？”

“是这样：我送一万毕阿土特给某个人，这笔钱花得很划算的，那个接受钱的人可以使庇皮诺的死刑缓期到明年，在那一年内，我再额外送一千毕阿士特，使他从牢里逃出来。”

“你觉得一定能成功吗？”

“Ｐａｒｄｉｅｕ！”穿披风的那个人用法语说道。

“先生说什么？”另外那个人问道。

“我说，好朋友，只伸出一只手来花点钱，比你的全队人马用小刀子，手枪，马枪，加上散弹枪来卖力要有效得多。所以，让我来办吧，结果如何，大可不必担心。”

“好极了！但假如您失败了，我们还是要干的。”

“你喜欢怎么预防尽可随便你，但缓刑的事包在我身上好了。”

“要知道刑期就定在后天，您活动的时间只有一天啦。”

“那又怎么样？一天不是分成二十四小时，每小时不是分成六十分，每分钟不是分成六十秒吗？嘿，在八六四○○秒之内，有很多事可办的。”

“我怎样才能知道大人是否成功了呢？”

“噢！那非常容易。我在罗斯波丽宫定了三个最后的窗口，假如我把庇皮诺所要的那个赦罪令弄到了，则旁边的两个窗口就挂黄缎窗帘，中间那个挂白缎带大红十字的窗帘。”

“大人派谁去送缓刑令给执行官呢？”

“你派一个人来，叫他扮成一个苦修士的样子，我把命令交给他，穿上那套服装，他就可以一直跑到断头台前面，把公文交给执刑官，由执刑官交给刽子手的。目前，先通知庇皮诺一声，把我们所决定的事告诉他，别让他吓死或吓昏。不然，又要无谓地为他花一笔钱了。”

“先生，”那人说，“您大概可以完全相信，我是信任您的，是不是？”

“至少我希望这样。”穿披风的那个侠士回答道。

“哦，那么，假如您救出了庇皮诺，从此以后，您不仅获得了我的信任，而且还可以获得我对您的吩咐的服从。”

“你得想一想，我的好朋友，你给自己戴上了一个多大的圈套，因为或许在不久的将来，我就要提醒你自己的诺言，轮到我来要你帮忙，要你出力的时候了。”

“让那一天到来吧，迟早都好，那时先生尽可依赖我，正象我在这次大麻烦里依赖您一样。即使您在天涯海角，只要写信通知我，叫我去办一件如此如此的事情，那件事就算办成功了，因为我一定会把它办成功的，我以上帝的名义向您——”

“嘘！”先到的那个人打断他的话，“我听到有声音。”

“那是到斗兽场来玩的游客，还拿着火把呢。”

“最好还是别让看见我们在一起。那些向导都是奸细，或许会认出你的。我敬爱的朋友，虽然我很以你的友谊为荣，但假如我们的亲密关系一旦被人发觉，我怕我的名誉会因此而断送的。”

“好吧，那么，假如您弄到了缓刑令呢？”

“罗斯波丽宫的中间那个窗口就挂白缎带红十字的窗帘。”

“假如您失败了呢？”

“那么三个窗口都挂黄缎窗帘。”

“到那时——？”

“到那时，我的朋友，就随你去用你的匕首好了，而且我还可以答应你，一定来参观你们英雄壮举。”

“那么我们一言为定啦。再见，先生，只管放心相信我，就象我相信您一样。”

说完这些话，那个勒司斐人就消失在台阶下面了。他那位同伴则用他披风的衣角比刚才更紧紧地裹住了他的脸，几乎和弗兰兹擦身而过，奔下一座朝大门的阶梯，到比武场去了。

接着，弗兰兹就听到阿尔贝在喊他，阿尔贝高声地喊他朋友的名字，那喊声在这座高大的建筑物里发出回声。弗兰兹并没有应召而出，他得先等那两个人走远了，他不愿意让他们知道他们这一场会面，因为他虽无法认清他们的面貌，但至少已听到了他们所讲的每一个字。十分钟以后，弗兰兹已在回伦敦旅馆的路上了，一路上心不在焉地听阿尔贝根据普林尼和卡尔布纽的著作大谈那用来防止兽扑到看客身上的铁丝网。弗兰兹任凭他一路讲下去，一句都不插嘴，他很希望旁人不来打扰他，让他独自把经过的一切细细地想一下。那两个人之中，有一个他一点都不认识，但另外那一个却不然；他的脸虽然用披风裹住了，而且蒙在阴影里，以致弗兰兹无法辨认，但他讲话的那种语气，弗兰兹总有种似曾听到的感觉，而且第一次听到时就给他留下了很深刻的印象，使他终生难忘。尤其是在他的嘲弄口吻中，含有某种以金属颤动的声音，这种声音在斗兽场的废墟中固然使他吃惊，在基督山的岩洞里又何尝不然。终于他得出了一个很满意的结论，这个人不是别人，正是“水手辛巴德。”

弗兰兹对这个奇人曾抱有很大的好奇心，在任何另外场合下，他一定会上前去招呼他的；但从刚才他所偷听到的那番谈话中他知道：他在这种情形下露面是决不会有好结果的。所以，正如我们所知，他让那一个人离开了，并没去招呼他，只是在心里自慰自解，如果再碰到他，决不让他第二次再逃脱。弗兰兹虽竭力想摆脱这些使人烦恼的复杂思绪，想避免他们的侵扰，但总是枉然；他想用睡眠来恢复他的精神，也是枉然。睡神不肯光顾他的眼皮，这一夜，他辗转反侧，胡思乱想，想从各方面来证实斗兽场里的这个神秘游客就是基督山岩洞里的那个居民；而他对这一点愈想愈有把握。终于他疲倦了，就在天刚破晓的时候昏昏沉沉地睡过去了，很晚才醒。象一个地道的法国人一样，阿尔贝颇费了一番功夫来安排晚上的消遣节目。

他已派人到爱根狄诺戏院去定了一个包厢；弗兰兹因为有几封信要写，把马车全天都给阿尔贝独享了。到五点钟，阿尔贝回来了，他拿着介绍信到外去拜访了一遍，接受了许多晚餐的邀请，算是在罗马开了眼界。这已够使阿尔贝忙一天的了；但他竟还有足够的时间来看看爱根狄诺戏院的节目单，来了解一下那天晚上的剧目和演员。

据节目单上所载，上演的是歌剧《巴黎茜娜》。主角是考塞黎，穆黎亚尼和斯必克。这两个青年应该为自己庆幸，竟能有机会听到由三个意大利最负盛名的歌唱家来演出《拉莫摩尔的未婚妻》的剧作者的这部杰作。阿尔贝总是看不惯意大利的戏院，因为这里乐队是设在舞台前面的，简直看不到台上在演些什么，而且又没有花楼和包厢，这些缺点，在一个看滑稽歌剧时坐惯了花厅而听歌剧时坐惯了大包厢的人，是难以忍受的。可是，阿尔贝还是穿上了他最漂亮和最动人的服装，他每次去戏院，总是把这套衣服穿出去亮一下。这身华丽的衣服有点儿白穿，因为必须承认，一个巴黎时髦社会里名副其实的代表人物，在意大利奔走了四个月，竟没碰上一件奇遇。

有时候，阿尔贝也假装对于自己的不成功一笑置之，但内心里，他却深感痛心，想不到他，阿尔贝马·尔塞夫，一个最受欢迎的青年，仍得凭他自己的努力来解决他的苦恼。而更恼人的是，当阿尔贝离开巴黎的时候，他曾怀着法国人那种特别的谦虚精神，满以为他只要到意大利去晃两晃，就会有许多桃色事件，使巴黎人惊诧不已的。唉！那种有趣的奇遇他竟一次也没遇到。那些可爱的伯爵夫人——热那亚的，佛罗伦萨的和那不勒斯的都是忠贞不二的，即使不忠于她们的丈夫，至少也忠于她们的情人。阿尔贝已得出了一个痛苦的结论：意大利女人比法国女人至少多了一个优点，就是，她们能忠贞于她们的不贞。我不敢否认，在意大利，象在其他各地一样，当然也有例外。阿尔贝不但是一位风流潇洒的青年，而且还有相当的天才和能力；再说，他还是一位子爵（当然是新封的），但在目前，他的爵位究竟是源于一三九九年还是一八一五年已是无足轻重的了。除了这些优点之外阿尔贝·马尔塞夫每年还有五万里弗的收入，这笔款子已大可使他在巴黎成为一个相当重要的人物。所以象他这样的一个人，不论到了哪一个城市，要是得不到任何人的特殊青睐，的确是很令人痛心的事。但是，他希望能在罗马把自己的面子争回来。狂欢节确是一个值得称赞的节日，是全世界各国都要庆祝的，这几天是自由的日子，在这几天之内，连最聪明和最庄重的人也会把他们往日那种死板的面孔抛开，不自觉地作出傻头傻脑的行为举止来。

狂欢节明天就要开始了，所以阿尔贝不能再浪费一分钟了，他必须立刻实行他的计划来实现他的希望、期待，和引起别人的注意。抱着这种念头，他在戏院里最惹人注目的地方定了一个包厢，要凭他英俊的脸蛋，温文尔雅的举止，那副精心的打扮，来大显一番身手。阿尔贝所坐的包厢在第一排，在法国戏院里，这原是走廊的地位。前三排的包厢都布置得同样贵族化，所以有“贵族包厢”之称。这两位朋友所定的包厢，可以宽宽松松地容下一打人，但他们所花的钱，却还不如巴黎的戏院里定一间四个人的包厢多。阿尔贝还有一个希望，假如他能得到一位罗马美人的眷顾，那自然就可以在一辆马车里弄到一个座位，或在一个富丽堂皇的阳台上占到一席之地，这样，他就可以快快乐乐地度狂欢节了。这种种念头使阿尔贝精神亢奋，极想讨人欢喜。因而他全不理会舞台上的演出，只顾靠在包厢的栏杆上，拿起一副看演出时的半尺长的望远镜，开始聚精神会神地观察每一个漂亮的女人。但是，唉！这种想引起对方同样注意的企图却完全失败了，他连对方的好奇心也没引起来。他想讨好的那些可爱的人儿显然都只在想自己的心思，根本没有注意到他，也没注意到那副望远镜的照射。

实际上，这些美人儿的心里都在惦记着狂欢节和接着来的复活节的种种欢乐，所以再也分不出心来注意舞台上的演出，演员们在台上进进出出，没有人去看，也没有人想到他们。

在某些照例应静听或是鼓掌的时候，观众们会突然停止谈话，或从冥想中醒过来，听一段穆黎亚尼的精彩的唱词，考塞黎的音调铿锵的道白，或是一致鼓掌赞美斯必克的卖力的表演。暂时的兴奋过去以后，他们便立刻又恢复到刚才的沉思状态或继续他们有趣的谈话。在第一幕快要结束时，一间自演出开始后一直空着的包厢的门被打开了，一位贵妇人走了进来，在巴黎时弗兰兹曾被介绍与她相识，他还以为她仍在巴黎。阿尔贝立刻注意到弗兰兹看到这位新来者的时候不自觉地微微一怔，就急忙转过去问他：“你认识那个女人吗？”

“是的，你觉得她怎么样？”

“美极啦，脸蛋儿多漂亮，头发多美！她是法国人吗？”

“不，是威尼斯人。”

“她的芳名是——”

“Ｇ伯爵夫人。”

“啊！我听人提起过她，”阿尔贝大声说道，“据说她的聪明不亚于她的美貌呢！上次维尔福夫人开舞会的时候，她也到场了，那次我本来可以找人介绍认识她的，可惜错过了那个机会，我真是个大傻瓜！”

“要我来替你弥补一下吗？”弗兰兹问道。

“我的好兄弟，你真的和她这样要好，敢带我到她的包厢里去吗？”

“我一生中只有幸跟她谈过三四次话。但你知道，即使凭这样一种交情，也可以担保我能把你所要求的事情办到了。”

这时，伯爵夫人已看到了弗兰兹，她殷勤地向他挥了挥手，他则恭敬地低了一下头以示回答。

“凭良心讲，”阿尔贝说，“你似乎和这位美丽的伯爵夫人要好得很哪！”

“你这就想错了，”弗兰兹平静地答道，“你这是犯了我国一般人过于轻率的通病。我的意思是说：你以我们巴黎人的观念来判断意大利和西班牙的风俗习惯。相信我吧。凭人们谈话时的亲昵态度来猜测他们之间的亲密程度，是最靠不住的了。目前，在我们和伯爵夫人之间，大家只不过有一种相同的感觉而已。”

“真的吗，我的好朋友？请告诉我，那是不是心灵感应？”

“不，是趣味相同而已！”弗兰兹庄重地说道。

“那是怎样产生的？”

“去玩了一次斗兽场，就象我们那次同去一样。”

“在月光下去游玩的吗？”

“是的。”

“只有你们两个人吗？”

“差不多吧。”

“而你们一路谈着……”

“死。”

“啊！”阿尔贝大声说道，“那一定有趣极啦。哦，告诉你，假如我有那样的好运气能奉陪这位美丽的伯爵夫人这样散一次步，我可要和她谈论‘生’。”

“那你就错啦。”

“我们且说眼前的事吧，你真能象你刚才所答应的那样把我介绍给她吗？”

“只要幕一落下来就成。”

“这第一幕真是活见鬼的长。”

“来听听最后这段吧，好极了，考塞黎唱得真妙。”

“是的，但身材多难看！”

“那么斯必克呢，真没有比他演得再维妙维肖的了。”

“你当然知道，凡是听过桑德格和曼丽兰的人”

“至少你总得佩服穆黎亚尼的做功和台步吧。”

“我从来想不到象他这样一个又黑又笨的男人竟会用一种女人的声音来唱歌。”

“我的好朋友，”弗兰兹转过脸来对他说，而阿尔贝则仍旧在用他的望远镜看戏院里的每一个包厢，“你似乎已决心不称赞一声了，你这个人真的也太难讨好了。”

幕终于落了下来，马尔塞夫子爵无限满意，他抓起帽子，匆匆地用手捋了捋头发，理了理领结和袖口，便向弗兰兹示意，表示他正在等他领路。弗兰兹已和伯爵夫人打过招呼，从她那儿得到了一个殷勤的微笑，表示欢迎他去，于是也就不再耽搁实现阿尔贝那满腔的热望，立刻起身就走。阿尔贝紧紧地跟在他的后面，并利用往对面包厢走的时间，理一理他的领口，拉一拉他的衣襟。他这件重要的工作刚刚完成，他们就已到了伯爵夫人的包厢里。包厢前面坐在伯爵夫人旁边的那个青年立刻站了起来，按照意大利的风俗，把他的座位让给了两位生客，假如再有其他的客人来访，他们照样也要退席的。

弗兰兹在介绍阿尔贝的时候，把他推崇为当代最出色的一个青年，盛赞他的社会地位和杰出的才能。他所说的话也的确是实情，因为在巴黎和子爵的社交圈子里，他被公认为是一个十全十美的模范青年。弗兰兹还说，他的同伴因为伯爵夫人在巴黎逗留的期间未能与她相识，深表遗憾，所以请弗兰兹带他到她的包厢里来弥补那次遗憾，最后并请她宽恕他的擅自引荐。伯爵夫人的回答是向阿尔贝娇媚地鞠了一躬，然后把她的手很亲热地伸给了弗兰兹。她请阿尔贝坐在她身边的空位上，而弗兰兹则坐在第二排她的后面。阿尔贝不久就滔滔不绝地讲起了巴黎的种种事情，向伯爵夫人谈论那儿他们大家都认识的一些人。弗兰兹看到他谈得这样得意，这样兴高采烈，不愿去打扰他，就拿起阿尔贝的望远镜，她开始品评起观众来。在他贴对面的一间包厢里，第三排上，一个绝色的美人正独自坐在那里，她穿的是一套希腊式的服装，而从她穿那套衣服的安闲和雅致上判断，显然她是穿着她本国的服饰，在她的后面，在很深的阴影里，有一个男人的身影，这后者的面貌无法辨认。弗兰兹禁不住打断了伯爵夫人和阿尔贝之间显然是进行的很有趣的谈话，问伯爵夫人知不知道对面那个漂亮的阿尔巴尼亚人是谁，因为象她这样的美色是不论男女都会注意到的。

“关于她，”伯爵夫人回答说，“我所能告诉你的是：自从本季开始起，她就在罗马了，因为这家戏院开演的第一天晚上，我就看到她坐在现在所坐的这个位置上，从那时起，她没漏过一场戏。有时候，她是由现在和她在一起的那个人陪着来的，有的时候则只有一个黑奴在一旁侍候着。”

“你觉得她漂亮不漂亮？”

“噢，我认为她可爱极了。她正是我想象中的夏娃，我觉得夏娃一定也是那样美的。”

弗兰兹和伯爵夫人相对一笑，于是后者便又拾起话头和阿尔贝交谈起来，弗兰兹则照旧察看着各个包厢里的人物。大幕又垃开了，歌舞团登台了，这是最出色最标准的意大利派歌舞团之一，导演是亨利，他在意大利全国极负盛名，他的风格和技巧一向以导演群众场面而见长。这次上演的，是他的杰作之一，举止优美，动作整齐，高雅脱俗；歌舞团全班人马，上至台柱舞星，下至最低级的配角，都同时登台；一百五十个人都以同样的姿态出现，一举手，一投足，动作都非常整齐。这叫做“波利卡”舞。但不论台上的舞跳得多么精彩动人，弗兰兹却毫不在意，他的注意力已完全被那个希腊美人吸引去了。她几乎带着一种孩子般的喜悦注视看台上的歌舞，她那热切活泼的神色和她同伴的那种冷漠不动形成了一个强烈的对比。在这段演出的时间里，希腊美人的那位毫无所感的同伴连动也没动一下，虽然乐队里的喇叭，铙钹，铜锣闹得震天作响，但他却丝毫不去注意，倒象是一个人在享受宁静的休息和沉浸在清闲安乐的梦想之中。歌舞终于结束了，大幕在一群热心的观众的狂热的喝采声中落了下来。

意大利的歌剧处理得非常适当，每两幕正戏之间插一段歌舞，所以落幕的时间极短。当正戏的歌唱演员在休息和换装的时候，则由舞蹈演员来卖弄他们的足尖舞和表演他们这种爽心悦目的舞步。第二幕的前奏曲开始了，当乐队在小提琴上奏出第一个音符时，弗兰兹看到那个闭目养神的人慢慢地站起身来，走到了那希腊姑娘的背后，后者回过头去，向他说了几句话，然后又伏到栏杆上，依旧同先前一样聚精会神的看戏。那个和她说话的人，脸还是完全藏在阴影里，所以弗兰兹仍看不清他的面貌。大幕升起来了，弗兰兹的注意力被演员吸引了过去。他的目光暂时从希腊美人所坐的包厢转移过去注视舞台上的场面了。

大多数读者都知道，《巴黎茜娜》第二幕开场的时候，正是那一段精采动人的二重唱，巴黎茜娜在睡梦中向亚佐泄漏了她爱乌哥的秘密，那伤心的丈夫表现出种种嫉妒的姿态，直到确信其事。于是，在一种暴怒和激愤的疯狂状态之下，他摇醒他的那不忠的妻子，告诉她，他已经知道了她的不忠，并用复仇来威胁她。这段二重唱是杜尼兹蒂那一支生花妙笔所写出来的最美丽，最可怕，最有声有色的一段。弗兰兹现在已是第三次听这段了，尽管他对音乐的感受力并不特别强，却仍深为感动。他随着大家一同站起来，正要跟着热烈地大声鼓掌时，突然间，他的动机被阻止了，他的两手垂了下去，“好哇？”这两个字只喊出一半就在他的嘴边止住了。原来希腊姑娘所坐的那间包厢的主人似乎也被轰动全场的喝采声所打动了，他离开了座位，站到前面来，这一下，他的面目全部暴露了出来，弗兰兹毫不费力地认出他就是基督山那个神秘的居民，也就是昨天晚上在斗兽场的废墟中被他认出了声音和身材的人。他以前的一切怀疑现在都消除了。这个神秘的旅行家显然就住在罗马。弗兰兹从他以前的怀疑到现在的完全肯定，这一突变，当然免不了惊奇和激动，他这种情绪无疑已在脸上流露了出来，因为，伯爵夫人带着一种迷惑的神色向他那激动的脸上凝视了一会儿之后，就突然格格地大笑起来，问他究竟发生了什么事。

“伯爵夫人，”弗兰兹答道，“我刚才问您是否知道关于对面这位阿尔巴尼亚夫人的事，我现在又要问您，您认不认识她的丈夫！”

“不，”伯爵夫人回答说，“他们两个我都不认识。”

“或许您以前曾注意过他吧？”

“问的多奇怪，真是地道的法国人！您难道不知道，我们意大利人的眼睛只看我们所爱的人的吗？”

“不错。”弗兰兹回答说。

“我所能告诉您的，”伯爵夫人拿起望远镜，一边向所议论的那个包厢里望去，一边继续说道，“是的，在我看来，这位先生象是刚从坟墓里挖出来似的。他看上去不象人，倒象是一具死尸，象是一个好心肠的掘墓人暂时让他离开了他的坟墓，放他再到我们的世界里来玩一会儿似的。”

“噢，他脸上一直象现在这样毫无血色。。”弗兰兹说道。

“那么您认识他吗？”伯爵夫人问道，“我倒要来问问您了，他究竟是谁。”

“我好象觉得以前见过他。而且我甚至觉得他也认得出我呢。”

“这一点我倒很能理解，”伯爵夫人一边说，一边耸了耸她那美丽的肩膀，象是一股无法自制的寒颤通过了她的血管似的，“谁要是见过那个人一次，是终生都不会忘记他的。”

弗兰兹的感觉显然不是他自己所特有的了，因为另外一个人，一个完全无关的局外人，也同样感到了这种不可思议的畏惧和疑虑。“喂，”他等伯爵夫人第二次把她的望远镜朝着对面包厢里那个神秘的人看了看以后，又问道，“您觉得那个人怎么样？”

“哦，他简直就是一个借尸还魂的罗思文勋爵。”

这样用拜伦诗中的主角来比喻很使弗兰兹感兴趣。假如有人能使他相信世界上的确有僵尸，那就是他对面的这个人了。

“我一定要去打听出他究竟是谁，是什么样的人。”弗兰兹一边说，一边站了起来。

“不，不！”伯爵夫人大声说道，”您一定不能离开我！我要靠您送我回家呢。噢，真的，我不能让您走！”

“难道您心里有点害怕吗？”弗兰兹低声说道。

“我告诉您吧，”伯爵夫人答道。“拜伦曾向我发誓，说他相信世界上真是有僵尸的，甚至还再三对我说，他还见过他们呢。他把他们的样子形容给我听，而他所形容的正巧象这个人一样：马黑的头发，惨白的脸色，又大又亮的闪闪发光的眼睛，眼睛里象是在燃烧着一种鬼火。还有，您瞧，和他在一起的那个女人也完全不象别的女人。她是一个外国人，一个希腊人，一个异教徒，大概也象他一样，是个魔术师。我求求您别去靠近他，至少在今天晚上。假如明天您的好奇心还那么强的话，您尽管去刨根问底好了，但现在我要留您在我身边。”

弗兰兹坚持说，有许多理由使他不能把调查延迟到明天。

“听我说，”伯爵夫人说道，“我要回家去了。今天晚上我家里要请客，所以决不能等到演完戏了才走，您难道这样不懂礼貌，竟不肯陪我回去吗？”

弗兰兹没有别的办法，只好拿起帽子，打开包厢的门，把他的手臂伸给了伯爵夫人。从伯爵夫人的态度上看，她的不安显然并不是装出来的，而且弗兰兹自己也禁不住感到了一种迷信的恐惧，只不过他的恐惧更为强烈，因为那是从种种确实的回忆变化而来的，而伯爵夫人的恐惧只是出于一种本能的感觉而已。弗兰兹扶她进马车的时候，甚至觉得她的手臂在发抖。他陪她回到了她的家里。那儿并没有什么宴会，也没有人在等她。他责备她说谎。

“说老实话吧，”她说，“我感到不舒服，我需要一个人休息一会儿，一看到那个人，我就浑身不安起来了。”

弗兰兹大笑起来。

“别笑，”她说，“亏您还笑得出口。现在，答应我一件事。”

“什么事？”

“先答应我。”

“除了叫我不要去探听那个人的事情以外，别的事我都可以答应您。您不知道，我有众多理由要探听出他究竟是谁，从哪儿来，到哪儿去。”

“他从哪儿来我可不知道，但他到哪儿去我却可以告诉您，他就要到地狱里去了，那是毫无疑问的。”

“我们还是回过头来谈谈您要我答应的那件事吧。”弗兰兹说道。

“好吧，那么，答应我：立刻回到您的旅馆去，今天晚上决不再去追踪那个人。我们离开第一个人见第二个人的时候，那第一个人和第二人人之间，也会发生某种关系的。看在老天爷的面上别让我和那个人拉扯上吧！明天您爱怎么去追踪他尽可随您便。但假如您不想吓死我，就决不要把他带近我的身边。好了晚安，回去好好地睡一觉，把今天晚上的事情都忘了吧。至于我，我相信我是再也无法合眼了。”说着，伯爵夫人就离开了弗兰兹，弗兰兹一时犹豫不决，不知她究竟是拿他来开玩笑，还是真的受了惊吓。

回到旅馆里，弗兰兹发现阿尔贝穿着睡衣和拖鞋，正无精打采地躺在一张沙发上，在抽雪茄烟。“我的好人哪，”他跳起来喊道，“真是你吗？咦，我以为不到明天早晨是见不到你的了。”

“我亲爱的阿尔贝！”弗兰兹答道，“我很高兴借这个机会很干脆地告诉你，对于意大利女人，你的想法是大错而特错了。我还以为你这几年来在恋爱上的不断失败已把你教得聪明一些了呢。”

“凭良心说！就是鬼也猜不透这些女人的心。咦，你瞧，她们伸手给你亲，她们挽着你的手，她们凑在你的耳边谈话，还允许你陪她们回家！嘿，假如是一个巴黎女人，那样的举动只要做出一半儿，她的名誉可就完啦！”

“理由是，因为这个美丽的国家的女人，她们的生活多半是消磨在公共场所里的，实在也没有什么要掩饰的，所以她们对于自己的言谈和举止很少约束。而且，你一定也看出来了，伯爵夫人真是受惊了。”

“为什么，就因为看到了坐在我们对面那可爱的希腊姑娘旁边那位可敬的先生吗？哦，那一幕演完之后，我在戏院的前厅里碰到了他们，老实说，你杀了我我也猜不出你究竟怎会联想到阴曹地狱上去的！他人长得很英俊，衣服穿得很讲究，那一身打扮很有法国人的派头，脸色有点苍白，那倒是实在的，但你知道，脸色苍白正是高贵的特征呀。”

弗兰兹微笑了一下，因为他记得很清楚，阿尔贝就专以他自己脸上的毫无血色自傲的。“好了，那就证实我的看法了，”

他说，“伯爵夫人的怀疑是毫无根据的。你有没有听到他说话？记不记得他说了些什么话？”

“听到的，但他们说的是罗马土语。我因为听到里面夹有一些蹩脚的希腊字，所以才知道。但我得告诉你，老朋友，我在大学里的时候，希腊文是相当不错的。”

“他说罗马话吗？”

“我想是的。”

“那就得了，”弗兰兹自言自语地说道。“是他，没错了。”

“你说什么？”

“没什么，没什么！告诉我，你在这儿干什么？”

“我在设想一个惊人的小计划。”

“你知道要弄到一辆马车是办不到的了。”

“我想是的，我们已经想尽一切方法而结果还是一场空。”

“嗯，我有一个极妙的想法。”

弗兰兹望了一眼阿尔贝，象是不大相信他想象的建议。

“我的好人，”阿尔贝说，“你刚才瞪了我一眼，意思大概是要我给你一个满意的答复吧。”

“假如你的计划的确如你所说的那样巧妙，我一定很公正地表示满意。”

“好吧，那么，听着。”

“我听着呢。”

“你认为，弄马车的事是谈都不必谈的了，是不是？”

“我是这样认为。”

“不错。”

“但我们大概可以弄到一辆牛车？”

“或许。”

“一对牛？”

“大概可以。”

“那么你同意，我的好人，有了一辆牛车和一对牛，我们的事就好办了，那辆牛车一定要装饰得很风趣，而假如你和我都穿上那不勒斯农夫的衣服，以李奥波·罗勃脱的名画上的姿态出现，那就会构成一幅多么惊人的画面啊！要是伯爵夫人肯参加，让她打扮成一个波若里或索伦来的农妇，那就更带劲了。那样，我们这一队可算很完美的了，尤其是因为伯爵夫人很美，够得上做司育女神的资格。”

“哈，”弗兰兹说道，“这一次，阿尔贝阁下，我不得不向您表示致敬，您的确想出了一个极妙的主意。”

“而且还很富于故国风味的呀，”阿尔贝得意洋洋地回答。

“只要借用一个我们本国节日用的面具就得了。哈，哈！罗马诸君呀，你们以为在你们的讨饭城市里找不到车马，就可以使我们这些不幸的异乡人，象那不勒斯的许多流民一样用两只脚跟在你们的屁股后面跑。好极了，我们自己会发明创造。”

“你有没有把你这个得意的念头向谁说起过？”

“只对我们的店家说过，我回家以后，就派人把他找来，把我的意思解释给他听，他向我保证，说那是再容易不过的事了。我要他把牛的角镀一镀金，但他说时间来不及了，镀金得要两天，请你看，这一点奢侈的小装饰我们只能放弃了。”

“他现在在哪儿？”

“谁？”

“我们的店家。”

“去给我们找行头去了，要等到明天就太晚啦。”

“那么他今天晚上就可以给我们一个答复罗？”

“噢，我时时刻刻都在等着他。”

正在这时，门开了，派里尼老板探头进来。“可以进来吗？”他问。

“当然，当然！”弗兰兹大声说道。

“喂，”阿尔贝急切地问道，“你把我要的车和牛找到了吗？”

“比那还好！”派里尼老板带着一种十分自满的神气答道。

“小心哪，我可敬的店家，”阿尔贝说，“‘还好’可是‘好’的死对头呀。”

“两位大人只管把那件事交给我好了。”派里尼老板回答，语气中表示出无限的自信。

“你究竟办成了什么事呀？”弗兰兹问道。

“两位大人知道，”旅馆老板神气活现地答道，“基督山伯爵和你们同住在这一层楼上！”

“我想我们是知道的，”阿尔贝说道，“正因为这个，我们才被装到这种小房间里来的。象住在巴黎小弄堂里的两个穷学生一样。”

“呃，哦，基督山伯爵听说你们这样为难，派我来告诉一声，请你们坐他的马车，还可以在罗斯波丽宫他所定的窗口里给你们准备两个位置。”

阿尔贝和弗兰兹互相对视了一眼。“但你想，”阿尔贝问道，“我们可以从一素不相识的人那儿接受这样的邀请吗？”

“这位基督山伯爵是怎样的一个人？”弗兰兹问店主。

“一个非常伟大的贵族，究竟是马耳他人还是西西里人我说不准。但有一点我知道，他真可以说是贵甲王侯，富比金矿。”

“依我看，”弗兰兹低声对阿尔贝说道。“假如这个人真够得上向我们店家那一番崇高的赞美之词，他就会用另外一种方式来邀请我们，不能这样不懂礼貌地告诉我们一声就完事了。他应该写一封信，或是”

正在这时，有人在敲门。弗兰兹说道：“请进！”于是门口出现了一个仆人，他穿着一身异常高雅的制服，他把两张名片递到了旅馆老板的手里，旅馆老板转递给两个青年人。他说，“基督山伯爵阁下问候阿尔贝·马尔塞夫子爵阁下和弗兰兹·伊皮奈阁下，基督山伯爵阁下，”那仆人继续说道，“请二位先生允许他明天早晨以邻居的身份过来拜访，他想知道二位高兴在什么时间接见他。”

“真巧，弗兰兹，”阿尔贝低声说道。“现在可无懈可击了吧。”

“请回复伯爵，”弗兰兹答道，“我们自当先去拜访他。”那仆人鞠了一躬，退出去了。

“那就是我所谓‘漂亮的迷攻方式’，”阿尔贝说，“你讲得很对，派里尼老板。基督山伯爵肯定是一个很有教养的人。”

“那么你们接受他的邀请了？”店东问。

“我们当然接受啦，”阿尔贝答道。“可是我必须声明一句，放弃牛车和农民打扮这个计划，我是很遗憾的，因为那一定会轰动全城的！要不是有罗斯波丽宫的窗口来补偿我们的损失，说不定我还要坚持我们原来那个美妙的计划呢。你怎么想，弗兰兹？”

“我同意你的看法，我也是为了罗斯波丽宫的窗口才这样决定的。”

提到罗斯波丽宫的两个位置，弗丝兹便又想起了昨天晚上在斗兽场的废墟中所窃听到的那一段谈话，那个穿披风的无名怪客曾对那勒司斐人担保要救出一个判了死罪的犯人。

从各方面来看，弗兰兹都相信那个穿披风的人就是刚才他在爱根狄诺戏院里见到的那个人，假如真是如此，他显然是认识他的，那么，他的好奇心也就很容易满足了。弗兰兹整夜都梦到那两次显身，盼望着早点天亮。明天，一切疑团都可以解开了，除非他那位基督山的东道主有只琪斯的戒指一擦就隐身遁走，要不这一次他可无论如何再也逃不了了。早晨八点钟，弗兰兹已起身把衣服穿好了，而阿尔贝因为没有这同样的动机要早起，所以仍在酣睡中。弗兰兹的第一个举动便是派人去叫旅馆老板，老板照常带着他那卑躬屈节的态度应召而至。

“请问，派里尼老板，”弗兰兹问道，“今天按常规不是要处决犯人吗？”

“是的，先生，但假如您问这句话的原因是想弄到一个窗口的话，那您可太迟啦。

“噢，不！”弗兰兹答道，“我并不是这个意思，而且即使我想去亲眼看看那种场面。我也会到平西奥山上去看的，是不是？”

“噢，我想先生是不愿意和那些下等人混在一起的，他们简直把那座小山当作天然的戏台啦。”

“我多半不会去的。”弗兰兹答道，“讲一些消息给我听听吧。”

“先生喜欢听什么消息？”

“咦，当然是判了死刑的人数，他们的姓名，和他们怎么个死法了。”

“巧极了，先生！他们刚刚把‘祈祷单’给我拿了来，才来了几分钟。”

“‘祈祷单’是什么？”

“每次处决犯人的前一天傍晚，各条街的拐角处就挂出木头牌子来，牌子上贴着一张纸，上面写着死刑者的姓名，罪名和刑名。这张布告的目的是吁请信徒们作祷告，求上帝赐犯人诚心忏悔。”

“而他们把这种传单拿给你，是希望你也和那些信徒们一同祷告是不是？”弗兰兹说道，心里却有点不相信。

“噢，不是的，大人，我和那个贴告示的人说好了的，叫他带几张给我，象送戏单一样，那么，假如住在我旅馆里的客人想去看处决犯人，他就可以事先了解详细的情形了。”

“凭良心说，你真是服务到家了，派里尼老板。”弗兰兹道。

“先生，”旅馆老板微笑着答道，“我想，我或许可以自夸一句，我决不敢丝毫怠慢，以致辜负贵客惠顾小店的雅意。”

“这一点，我已经看得够清楚的啦，我最出色的店家，这就是你体贴客人一个最好的证明，这一定到处给你去宣扬。现在请把这种‘祈祷单’拿一张来给我看看吧！”

 

“先生，这再容易不过了，”旅馆老板一边说，一边打开房间门，“我已经在靠近你们房间的楼梯口上贴了一张。”于是，他把那张告示从墙上撕了下来，交给了弗兰兹，弗兰兹读道：“公告，奉宗教审判厅令，二月二十二日星期三，即狂欢节之第一日，死囚二名将于波波罗广场被处以极刑。一名为安德烈·伦陀拉，一名为庇皮诺，即罗卡·庇奥立；前者犯谋害罪，谋杀了德高望众的圣·拉德兰教堂教士西塞·德列尼先生；后者则系恶名昭彰之大盗罗吉·万帕之党羽。第一名处以锤刑，第二名处以斩刑。凡我信徒，务请为此二不幸之人祈祷，吁求上帝唤醒彼等之灵魂，使自知其罪孽，并使彼等真心诚意忏罪悔过。”

这和弗兰兹昨天晚上在斗兽场的废墟中所听到的完全一样。告示书上没一点不同之处。死囚的姓名，他们的罪名，以及处死的方式都和他先前听说的相符。所以，那个勒司斐人多半就是大盗罗吉·万帕，而那个穿披风的人则多半就是“水手辛巴德”。毫无疑问他还在罗马进行着他的博爱事业，象他以前在韦基奥港和突尼斯一样。时间在流逝，已经到五点钟了，弗兰兹正想去叫醒阿尔贝，忽然看到他已衣冠端整地从他的房间里走出来了，使他大吃一惊。那么，阿尔贝的头脑里也早已盘旋着狂欢节的种种乐趣了，以致他竟出乎他朋友的意料之外，挺早就离开他的枕头。

“现在，派里尼老板，”弗兰兹向旅馆老板说道，“既然我们已经准备好了，你看，我们立刻就去拜访基督山伯爵行吗？”

“当然罗，”他答道。“基督山伯爵一向是起得很早的，我敢担保他已经起来两个钟头啦。”

“那么，假如我们马上就去拜访他，你真的以为不会失礼吗？”

“绝对不会。”

“既然如此，阿尔贝，假如你已经准备好了的话”

“完全准备好啦。”阿尔贝说道。

“那么我们去谢谢那位慷慨的邻居吧。”

“走吧。”

旅馆老板领着那两位朋友跨过了楼梯口。伯爵的房间和他们之间只隔着这么个楼梯口。他拉了一下门铃，当仆人把门打开时，他就说道，“法国先生来访。”

那个仆人很恭敬地鞠了一躬，请他们进去。他们穿过两个房间，房间里布置新颖，陈设华贵，他们真想不到在派里尼老板的旅馆里能有这样好的房间，最后他们被引进了一间布置得很高雅的客厅里。地板上是最名贵的土耳其地毯，柔软而诱人的长榻，圈椅和沙发，沙发上堆着又厚又软的垫子，坐在上面一定是很舒服的。墙壁上很整齐地挂着一流大师的名画，中间夹杂着古代战争名贵的战利品，房间里每一扇门的前面都悬挂着昂贵的厚厚的门帘。“两位先生请坐，”那个人说道，“我去通报伯爵阁下一声，说你们已经来了。”

说完，他就消失在一张门帘的后面了。当那扇门打开的时候，一架ｇｕｚｌａ［意大利文：南斯拉夫达尔马提亚人使用的一种单弦小提琴。——译注］琴的声音传到了两个青年的耳朵里，但几乎立刻就又听不到了，因为门关得很快，只放了一个悦耳的音波进客厅。弗兰兹和阿尔贝互相以询问的目光对望了一眼，然后又转眼望着房间里这些华丽的陈设。这一切似乎愈看愈漂亮。

“哎，”弗兰兹对他的朋友说道，“你对于这一切怎么想？”

“哦，凭良心说，依我看，我们这位邻居要不是个做西班牙公债空头成功的证券经纪商，就一定是位微服出游的亲王。”

“嘘！”弗兰兹答道，“这一点我们马上就可以知道了，他来啦。”

弗兰兹说这句话的时候，他已听到了一扇门打开的声音，接着，门帘立刻掀了起来，这一切财富的主人翁站在两个青年的面前。阿尔贝马上站起来迎上前去，弗兰兹却象被符咒束缚住了似的仍旧坐在椅子上。进来的那个人正是斗兽场的怪客，昨天对面包厢里的男人，和基督山岛上神秘的东道主。