Part 51 (1/2)
”Then you have received full infor my arrival?”
”Of course”
”Ah, so ht have been forgotten”
”What precaution?”
”That of infor”
”Oh, no, it has not”
”But you are sure you are not mistaken”
”Very sure”
”It really was I who?”
”I will prove it to you beyond a doubt”
”Oh, no, never mind that,” said the Italian; ”it is not worth the trouble”
”Yes, yes,” said Monte Cristo His visitor appeared slightly uneasy ”Let me see,” said the count; ”are you not the Marquis Bartolomeo Cavalcanti?”
”Bartolomeo Cavalcanti,” joyfully replied the Italian; ”yes, I am really he”
”Ex-major in the Austrian service?”
”Was I a major?” timidly asked the old soldier
”Yes,” said Monte Cristo ”you were a ive to the post which you filled in Italy”
”Very good,” said the major, ”I do not demand more, you understand”-- ”Your visit here to-day is not of your own suggestion, is it?” said Monte Cristo
”No, certainly not”
”You were sent by some other person?”
”Yes”
”By the excellent Abbe Busoni?”
”Exactly so,” said the delighted major
”And you have a letter?”
”Yes, there it is”
”Give it me, then;” and Monte Cristo took the letter, which he opened and read Theeyes, and then took a survey of the apartaze almost immediately reverted to the proprietor of the room ”Yes, yes, I see 'Major Cavalcanti, a worthy patrician of Lucca, a descendant of the Cavalcanti of Florence,'” continued Monte Cristo, reading aloud, ”'possessing an income of half a million'” Monte Cristo raised his eyes fronificent!”
”Half a million, is it?” said the major
”Yes, in so many words; and it must be so, for the abbe knows correctly the aest fortunes in Europe”
”Be it half a million, then; but on my word of honor, I had no idea that it was so much”
”Because you are robbed by your steward You must make some reformation in that quarter”
”You have opened entlemen the door” Monte Cristo resumed the perusal of the letter:-- ”'And who only needs one thing more to make him happy'”
”Yes, indeed but one!” said the h
”'Which is to recover a lost and adored son'”
”A lost and adored son!”
”'Stolen away in his infancy, either by an enee of five years!” said thehis eye to heaven
”Unhappy father,” said Monte Cristo The count continued:-- ”'I have given him renewed life and hope, in the assurance that you have the power of restoring the son whoht for fifteen years'” The major looked at the count with an indescribable expression of anxiety ”I have the power of so doing,” said Monte Cristo The major recovered his self-possession ”So, then,” said he, ”the letter was true to the end?”
”Did you doubt it, my dear Monsieur Bartoloood ious office, as does the Abbe Busoni, could not condescend to deceive or play off a joke; but your excellency has not read all”
”Ah, true,” said Monte Cristo ”there is a postscript”
”Yes, yes,” repeated the major, ”yes--there--is--a--postscript”
”'In order to save Major Cavalcanti the trouble of drawing on his banker, I send hi expenses, and credit on you for the further sum of 48,000 francs, which you still owe me'” The major awaited the conclusion of the postscript, apparently with great anxiety ”Very good,” said the count
”He said 'very good,'” muttered the major, ”then--sir”--replied he
”Then what?” asked Monte Cristo
”Then the postscript”-- ”Well; what of the postscript?”
”Then the postscript is as favorably received by you as the rest of the letter?”
”Certainly; the Abbe Busoni and myself have a small account open between us I do not re him, but I dare say we shall not dispute the difference You attached great importance, then, to this postscript, my dear Monsieur Cavalcanti?”