World Literature Classics Library: The Count of Monte Cristo

Chapter 159 Traveling (1)
Monte Cristo cried out with joy when he saw the two young men coming to him together. "Ah! ah!" said he, "well, I suppose the matter is over, not only cleared up, but settled?"

"Yes," Beauchamp said, "these are all nonsense, and they have long since disappeared. Now anyone who wants to talk too much, I will be the first to object. So, let's not talk about these things. "

"Albert will tell you," said the count, "that is what I persuaded him to do. You see," he went on, "I am very tired this morning, and I think I will get rid of it when you come. gone."

"What are you doing?" said Albert; "you seem to be arranging your papers?"

"My papers? Thank God, fortunately not. My papers must be in order, but I don't have any papers. They belong to Mr. Cavallecanti."

"Monsieur Cavalle-Conti?" asked Beauchamp.

"Yes! Don't you know that he is a young man recommended by the count?" said Mocerf.

"No, don't misunderstand," said Monte Cristo, "I recommend no one, let alone M. Cavallecanti."

"This Monsieur Cavalle-Conti has completely replaced me, and is about to marry Mademoiselle Tangra, something like that," continued Albert with a smile on his face, "you can expect it, my dear Beaux-Arts." Shang, it makes me sad."

"What? Cavalle Conti is going to marry Miss Tangla?" Beauchamp asked.

"That's right! Are you from the end of the world?" said Monte Cristo. "You, a journalist, husband of the Goddess of Information! Do you know that this is the only thing that is talked about in Paris today?"

"So you, Count, arranged the marriage?" Beauchamp asked.

"Me? Oh! Don't say anything like that, Mr. Reporter! Good God, do people like me make marriages? No, you don't know much about me. On the contrary, I used to I tried my best to oppose this marriage, and I did not agree to come forward to propose marriage."

"Ah! I understand," said Beauchamp. "Is it because of our friend Albert that we refused?"

"For me?" said Albert. "Oh! No, indeed! The count should do me justice, and he can prove that I have repeatedly begged the count to help me break off my engagement, which luckily it did. The Earl said that he is not the one I want to thank. Well, I will build a Deoignoto in Latin like the ancients did: Nameless God ァ＜打笑节！

"Listen to me," said Monte Cristo, "I am of no use to me, for I am not on the same terms with the old man, or with the young man, but only Mademoiselle Eugenie, who I think is right. Marriage matters have not been very enthusiastic, and she has been kind to me when she sees that I do not want to persuade her to give up her precious liberty."

"You mean that the marriage is about to be arranged?"

"Ah! my God! yes, but I have said all I have to say. I don't know the young man personally. They say he is rich and well-bred, but I think it's just hearsay." That's all. I took the trouble to explain these situations to Mr. Tanglar over and over again, but he just couldn't bear to part with his Luca man. There is one situation that I think is very serious, and I even told Mr. Tanglar about this. Someone dropped a bag, or was abducted by a Bohemian, or was separated from his family because of the governess. I don’t know the details. But I do know one thing, he and his My father was lost for more than ten years. God only knows what he did after ten years of wandering. Hey, I've said all these things, but it doesn't work. They asked me to write to the major, to He asked for the relevant documents, and now the documents are here, and I am about to send them, but I have to be like Pilate, the Jewish governor of the Roman Empire. According to the "New Testament", Pilate judged by the Jewish court , announcing Jesus' death sentence, he washed his hands in public and said, "I am not guilty. "That way, let it go from now on."

"Then Miss Amely," said Beauchamp, "you took away her student, does she treat you well?"

"My God! I don't know, but she seems to be going to Italy. Mrs. Tangera told me about her, and asked me to write a few letters of recommendation for Miss Amily to the acting agent. The manager of Le Theater was helpful, so I wrote a letter to the manager for her. But what's the matter with you, Albert? Look at your sad face, don't you fall in love with Miss Tangra without knowing it? Bar?"

"I don't know it myself," said Albert, with a wry smile.

Beauchamp began to appreciate the paintings one by one.

"Anyway," continued Monte Cristo, "you are different today. Well, are you not feeling well? Just tell me."

"I have a headache," said Albert.

"Well, my dear Vicomte," said Monte Cristo, "I can introduce you to this kind of disease a very effective medicine, which I use every time I have any trouble, and it works every time."

"What medicine?" asked Albert.

"Go on a trip."

"Really?" said Albert.

"Really. You see, I'm very unhappy at this moment, and I want to go for a walk. Would you like us to travel together?"

"You are displeased, Count?" said Beauchamp. "What is your displeasure?"

"Really! You, you are so easy to talk about. If there is a criminal investigation of your house, I should really like to see what will happen to you."

"Criminal investigation! Investigation of what?"

"Well, M. de Villefort's inquiry, he's going to prosecute my lovely murderer, as if he were a thief who had escaped from a convict prison."

"Ah, yes," said Beauchamp, "I read about it in the papers. Who is that Caderousse?"

"Well...it seems to be a Provençal man. M. de Villefort had heard of that man when he was still in Marseilles, and M. Donguera remembered seeing him before. In this way, Mr. Prosecutor is really interested in this case." Well, it seems that the prefect of the Paris police is also very interested in this case. Of course I am very grateful for their interest, but in the past two weeks, all the criminals who can be caught in the city and the suburbs of Paris have come to me in custody. Every time, I say that the murderer who killed Caderousse is here. That's good. If this goes on, all the thieves and all the murderers in the beautiful and beautiful French Kingdom will know the floor plan of my apartment very well. Therefore, I I have decided that I don’t want anything here, just leave it to them, and I’ll stay aside and go as far as I can. Come with me, Viscount, and we’ll go together.”

"Ok."

"So, it's settled?"

"Yes, but to where?"

"I have already told you that the place we are going to should be clean and quiet, and even the most ambitious person will feel that he is just a humble person when he arrives there. Although people say that I am like Augustus in ancient Rome Emperor (before 63-AD 14), nephew and adopted son of Caesar. His original name was Gaio Octavian. In 27 BC, the Roman Senate awarded the title of "Augustus", which means "sacred" and "supreme". ", "Augustus" later became the title commonly used by the Roman Empire and Western emperors. The same master of the universe, but I myself like to call it a humble title."

"Where exactly do you want to go?"

"Go to the sea, Viscount, go to the sea. You know, I am a sailor. As a child, I lay on the arms of the old sea god, on the breast of Amphitrite, the goddess of the sea in Greek mythology. While being comforted by them, the sea god’s green cloak and Amphitrite’s long blue dress accompany me to play and relax. People like mistresses, but I am obsessed with the sea. Whenever I don’t see the sea for a long time, I miss it infinitely.”

"Let us go, count, go!"

"Going to sea?"

"Yes."

"You agreed?"

"I promise."

"Very well, Viscount, I have a carriage. I will wait in the vestibule tonight. One can sleep in this carriage, which is as comfortable as a bed. The horses pulling the carriage are four stage horses. Mr. Beauchamp , four people can sit comfortably in the car, can you come? Let's go together."

"Thank you, I just came back from the sea."

"What? You just returned from the sea?"

"Yes, or that's about it. A few days ago, I went to Borrome Island in the big lake on the border between Italy and Switzerland. It belongs to four small islands in Italy. The island has beautiful scenery and is a tourist attraction. .”

"It doesn't matter! You'd better come," said Albert.

"No, dear Mocerf, you must understand that I said no, because I cannot go. And besides," he went on under his breath, "I must stay in Paris, and I must stay if I keep an eye on the newspaper box."

"Ah, that is a very good and noble friend of yours," said Albert; "yes, you are right, you must watch carefully, Beauchamp, and please do your best to see whether it is Which enemy deliberately leaked this news."

Albert and Beauchamp parted and bid farewell. They shook hands tightly at the end, and all the meanings that could not be said in front of outsiders were contained in this silent handshake.

"What a wonderful young man Beauchamp is!" said Monte Cristo after Beauchamp had gone. "Do you think so, Albert?"

"Ah! yes, he has such a good heart, and I mean it, so I have my heart for him. Now it's just the two of us, please tell me, where are we going? Of course, to It doesn’t matter where I am.”

"We'll go to Normandy, if you like."

"Great, we're all in the country, aren't we? No social life, no neighbors, right?"

"Just the two of us, and our horses for our gallops, and our dogs for our hunting, and our boats for our fishing, and nothing else."

"It's exactly what I wanted. I'll go and tell my mother first, and then I'll listen to you."

"But," said Monte Cristo, "will she agree?"

"Promise what?"

"To Normandy."

"Promise me? Do I still need someone to take care of me?"

"You can go alone and go wherever you want. I know this very well. Last time we met in Italy, didn't you just wander outside alone?"

"what about now?"

"Now it's time to travel with a man who everyone calls the Count of Monte Cristo?"

"You are such a noble and forgetful man, Count."

"how?"

"Didn't I tell you that my mother was very fond of you?"

"Francois I said that 'women are fickle', and Shakespeare said 'women are like water'. One of them is a great king, and the other is a great poet. Presumably they both know what a woman is."

"Yes, that's the whole women's generation, but my mother is only one of the women."

"I'm sorry, but these subtleties in your language are not easy for a poor foreigner to fully grasp, don't you think?"

"I mean, my mother doesn't get emotional easily, but when she gets emotional, it's consistent."

"Ah, really?" said Monte Cristo, with a sigh. "Do you think that it is a great thing for Lingtang to treat me more than a stranger?"

"Listen to me! I've told you this before, and now I'll say it again," said Moserf. "You're a very different person. You're a real standout."

"what!"

"Really, because my mother looks at you differently, not out of curiosity, but because of her concern for you. When only my mother is with me, we don't talk about anyone except you."

"And did Lingtang remind you to be more careful with Manfred like me?"

"On the contrary, he said to me: 'Mercerf, I think the earl has a noble heart, and you will do well to win his friendship.'"

Monte Cristo turned his eyes away, and sighed. "Ah! is it?" said he.

"So you will know," went on Albert, "that my mother, far from objecting to my travels, will sincerely approve of my going, because it is exactly as she enjoins me every day."

"That's very good," said Monte Cristo. "Come again at five o'clock this evening, and you can be there at twelve or one o'clock at midnight."

"What? To Le Trepo?"

"To Le Trepo or somewhere around."

"Can you cover 8 miles in 400 hours?"

"That's more than enough time," said Monte Cristo.

"You have lived up to your reputation, and you are a miracle worker. Not only can you overtake a train—which is not difficult, especially in France, but you can run faster than a telegraph."

"But for now, Viscount, it will take us seven or eight hours to get there, so please come to me on time."

"Don't worry, I just need to pack up and get ready, and there's nothing else to do."

"Okay, see you at five o'clock."

"See you at five o'clock."

Albert took his leave.Monte Cristo smiled slightly, nodded to Albert, then he pondered for a moment, as if he was pondering over something, at last, as if to drive away some thoughts, he wiped his forehead with his hand, went to the copper bell and rang. twice.Monte Cristo rang twice before Beticio entered the room while the bell was still ringing. "Monsieur Beticio," said Monte Cristo, "I intended to go to Normandy to-morrow or the day after tomorrow, and now I think I will go to-night. You have time to prepare before five o'clock in the evening. Send at once to the first station." Horseman. Count Messef will go with me. You go and take care of it!"

Betticio, at the Count's orders, sent a horseman hastily to Pontoise, and told them that at six o'clock in the evening the Count's carriage would pass there, and the Pontoise horseman sent to inform them of the second station. , the second station sent someone to inform the third station, so that all stations along the road were notified six hours later.Before setting off, the count went upstairs to see Ede, told Ede about his plans to travel and where he was going, and handed over the whole apartment to Ede to take care of her.

Albert arrived at the earl's apartment punctually.The journey seemed rather dull at first, but the car was chasing after the wind, which was very exciting, and the atmosphere in the car became relaxed and lively within a short time.Mosef did not expect the earl's carriage to go so fast.

(End of this chapter)