Volume II Part 44 (1/2)
”Your path is smooth--no enemy threatens you, and a crowd of friends stand at your side I have never had a real friend Those who acted as such were either servants or poor people, and only those who are situated sis of friendshi+p
”My son! give generously, believe in huained only by mistakes
”Murder is the worst criain Of the old servants, I shall leave only Coucou with you He is devoted to you and loves you enthusiastically The brave Zouave will yearn for ood and tell yourself the sa, should you feel likewise With best love, YOUR FATHER”
CHAPTER XXVIII
SPERO
The Vicorace of his mother and the stalwart build of his father were united in hih white forehead, and the long eyelashes lay like veils upon his cheeks
The young ed with consummate taste The vicos, and his study looked like a costly tent, while his bedroom was furnished with the siht his son to be strict to himself and not become effeminate in any way Nice pictures and statues were in the parlors, the bookcase was filled with selected volumes and he spent many hours each day in serious studies Spero was a master in all physical accoacy, and the count often proudly thought that his son, in case of need, would also have found the means and the way to escape fro-desk and was reading his father's letter when Coucou entered The Zouave had changed soer wore a unifored them for a dark brown overcoat His eyes, however, still sparkled as h as heartily as ever
”When did the count leave the house?” asked Spero, whose voice re, vicomte,” replied Coucou, with military briefness
”Why was I not called?”
”The count forbade it He ordered -table and--”
”Did the count go alone?”
”No, Ali accoo?”
”I do not knoas called to the count at two o'clock this , and after I had received the letter, I went away”
”Without asking any questions?”
”Oh, vicomte, no one asks the Count of Monte-Cristo for a reason,” cried Coucou, vivaciously ”I ae,” replied the young o again I know thatdispleases you, vicomte, and I will try next tiuage displeases
”Because--excuse me, vicomte, but sometimes you look so stern--”
”Nonsense,” interrupted Spero; ”I may so you not to speak differently froht--speak to me as you do to my father”
”Ah, it is easy to speak to the count,” said Coucou, unthinkingly; ”he has such a cheering sently said: