"No, madame; but do you not remember that he spoke of the fact to you?""Yes, I do remember," replied the countess.A servant entered, summoned by Albert's ring of the bell."Take these flowers into the anteroom or dressing-room," said the viscount; "they make the countess ill." The footman obeyed his orders.A long pause ensued, which lasted until all the flowers were removed."What is this name of Monte Cristo?"inquired the countess, when the servant had taken away the last vase of flowers, "is it a family name, or the name of the estate, or a simple title?""I believe, mother, it is merely a title.The count purchased an island in the Tuscan archipelago, and, as he told you to-day, has founded a commandery.You know the same thing was done for Saint Stephen of Florence, Saint George, Constantinian of Parma, and even for the Order of Malta.
Except this, he has no pretension to nobility, and calls himself a chance count, although the general opinion at Rome is that the count is a man of very high distinction.""His manners are admirable," said the countess, "at least, as far as I could judge in the few minutes he remained here.""They are perfect mother, so perfect, that they surpass by far all I have known in the leading aristocracy of the three proudest nobilities of Europe -- the English, the Spanish, and the German." The countess paused a moment; then, after a slight hesitation, she resumed, -- "You have seen, my dear Albert -- I ask the question as a mother -- you have seen M.
de Monte Cristo in his house, you are quicksighted, have much knowledge of the world, more tact than is usual at your age, do you think the count is really what he appears to be?""What does he appear to be?"
"Why, you have just said, -- a man of high distinction.""I told you, my dear mother, he was esteemed such.""But what is your own opinion, Albert?"
"I must tell you that I have not come to any decided opinion respecting him, but I think him a Maltese.""I do not ask you of his origin but what he is.""Ah, what he is; that is quite another thing.I have seen so many remarkable things in him, that if you would have me really say what I think, I shall reply that I really do look upon him as one of Byron's heroes, whom misery has marked with a fatal brand; some Manfred, some Lara, some Werner, one of those wrecks, as it were, of some ancient family, who, disinherited of their patrimony, have achieved one by the force of their adventurous genius, which has placed them above the laws of society.""You say" --
"I say that Monte Cristo is an island in the midst of the Mediterranean, without inhabitants or garrison, the resort of smugglers of all nations, and pirates of every flag.Who knows whether or not these industrious worthies do not pay to their feudal lord some dues for his protection?""That is possible," said the countess, reflecting.
"Never mind," continued the young man, "smuggler or not, you must agree, mother dear, as you have seen him, that the Count of Monte Cristo is a remarkable man, who will have the greatest success in the salons of Paris.Why, this very morning, in my rooms, he made his entree amongst us by striking every man of us with amazement, not even excepting Chateau-Renaud.""And what do you suppose is the count's age?" inquired Mercedes, evidently attaching great importance to this question.
"Thirty-five or thirty-six, mother."