"At the prefect's last night.Paris, you can understand, is astonished at the sight of such unusual splendor, and the police have made inquiries.""Well, well! Nothing more is wanting than to arrest the count as a vagabond, on the pretext of his being too rich.""Indeed, that doubtless would have happened if his credentials had not been so favorable.""Poor count! And is he aware of the danger he has been in?""I think not."
"Then it will be but charitable to inform him.When he arrives, I will not fail to do so."Just then, a handsome young man, with bright eyes, black hair, and glossy mustache, respectfully bowed to Madame de Villefort.Albert extended his hand."Madame," said Albert, "allow me to present to you M.Maximilian Morrel, captain of Spahis, one of our best, and, above all, of our bravest officers.""I have already had the pleasure of meeting this gentleman at Auteuil, at the house of the Count of Monte Cristo,"replied Madame de Villefort, turning away with marked coldness of manner.This answer, and especially the tone in which it was uttered, chilled the heart of poor Morrel.But a recompense was in store for him; turning around, he saw near the door a beautiful fair face, whose large blue eyes were, without any marked expression, fixed upon him, while the bouquet of myosotis was gently raised to her lips.
The salutation was so well understood that Morrel, with the same expression in his eyes, placed his handkerchief to his mouth; and these two living statues, whose hearts beat so violently under their marble aspect, separated from each other by the whole length of the room, forgot themselves for a moment, or rather forgot the world in their mutual contemplation.They might have remained much longer lost in one another, without any one noticing their abstraction.The Count of Monte Cristo had just entered.
We have already said that there was something in the count which attracted universal attention wherever he appeared.It was not the coat, unexceptional in its cut, though ****** and unornamented; it was not the plain white waistcoat; it was not the trousers, that displayed the foot so perfectly formed -- it was none of these things that attracted the attention, -- it was his pale complexion, his waving black hair, his calm and serene expression, his dark and melancholy eye, his mouth, chiselled with such marvellous delicacy, which so easily expressed such high disdain, --these were what fixed the attention of all upon him.Many men might have been handsomer, but certainly there could be none whose appearance was more significant, if the expression may be used.Everything about the count seemed to have its meaning, for the constant habit of thought which he had acquired had given an ease and vigor to the expression of his face, and even to the most trifling gesture, scarcely to be understood.Yet the Parisian world is so strange, that even all this might not have won attention had there not been connected with it a mysterious story gilded by an immense fortune.
Meanwhile he advanced through the assemblage of guests under a battery of curious glances towards Madame de Morcerf, who, standing before a mantle-piece ornamented with flowers, had seen his entrance in a looking-glass placed opposite the door, and was prepared to receive him.She turned towards him with a serene smile just at the moment he was bowing to her.No doubt she fancied the count would speak to her, while on his side the count thought she was about to address him; but both remained silent, and after a mere bow, Monte Cristo directed his steps to Albert, who received him cordially."Have you seen my mother?" asked Albert.
"I have just had the pleasure," replied the count; "but Ihave not seen your father."
"See, he is down there, talking politics with that little group of great geniuses.""Indeed?" said Monte Cristo; "and so those gentlemen down there are men of great talent.I should not have guessed it.
And for what kind of talent are they celebrated? You know there are different sorts.""That tall, harsh-looking man is very learned, he discovered, in the neighborhood of Rome, a kind of lizard with a vertebra more than lizards usually have, and he immediately laid his discovery before the Institute.The thing was discussed for a long time, but finally decided in his favor.I can assure you the vertebra made a great noise in the learned world, and the gentleman, who was only a knight of the Legion of Honor, was made an officer.""Come," said Monte Cristo, "this cross seems to me to be wisely awarded.I suppose, had he found another additional vertebra, they would have made him a commander.""Very likely," said Albert.
"And who can that person be who has taken it into his head to wrap himself up in a blue coat embroidered with green?""Oh, that coat is not his own idea; it is the Republic's, which deputed David* to devise a uniform for the Academicians."* Louis David, a famous French painter.
"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo; "so this gentleman is an Academician?""Within the last week he has been made one of the learned assembly.""And what is his especial talent?"
"His talent? I believe he thrusts pins through the heads of rabbits, he makes fowls eat madder, and punches the spinal marrow out of dogs with whalebone.""And he is made a member of the Academy of Sciences for this?""No; of the French Academy."
"But what has the French Academy to do with all this?""I was going to tell you.It seems" --
"That his experiments have very considerably advanced the cause of science, doubtless?""No; that his style of writing is very good.""This must be very flattering to the feelings of the rabbits into whose heads he has thrust pins, to the fowls whose bones he has dyed red, and to the dogs whose spinal marrow he has punched out?"Albert laughed.
"And the other one?" demanded the count.