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without any “passes” or other mechanical means, could hypnotize
persons who did not know what he was about, and so were not in-
fluenced by “suggestion. ” In a few cases he held that his patients
became clairvoyant; one of them made many political prophecies, -
all unfulfilled. Another, in trance, improved vastly as a singer; her
normal voice stopped at contre-si. I bade her rise to contre-re, which
she did; though incapable of it when awake. ” So far, this justifies
the plot of Mr. Du Maurier's novel “Trilby. Dumas offers no theory;
he states facts, as he says, including post-hypnotic suggestion. ”
These experiments were made by Dumas merely as part of his
studies for Joseph Balsamo' (Cagliostro); his conclusion was that
hypnotism is not yet reduced to a scientific formula. In fiction it is
already overworked. Dumas got his Christine' acted at last. Then
broke out the Revolution of 1830. Dumas's description of his activity
is “as good as a novel, but too long and varied for condensation.
It seems better to give this extract about his life of poverty before
his mother died, before fame visited him. (I quote Miss Cheape's
translation of the passage included in her (Stories of Beasts,' pub-
lished by Longmans, Green and Company. )
He had, in later years, named a cat Mysouff II.
“If you won't think me impertinent, sir,” said Madame Lamarque, “I should
so like to know what Mysouff means. ”
«Mysouff just means Mysouff, Madame Lamarque. »
«It is a cat's name, then ? »
«Certainly, since Mysouff the First was so-called. It is true, Madame La-
marque, you never knew Mysouff. ” And I became so thoughtful that Madame
Lamarque was kind enough to withdraw quietly, without asking any questions
about Mysouff the First.
That name had taken me back to fifteen years ago, when my mother was
still living. I had then the great happiness of having a mother to scold me
sometimes. At the time I speak of, I held a situation in the service of the
Duc d'Orléans, with a salary of 1500 francs. My work occupied me from
ten in the morning until five in the afternoon. We had a cat in those days,
whose name was Mysouff. This cat had missed his vocation; he ought to
have been a dog. Every morning I started for my office at half-past nine,
and came back every evening at half-past five. Every morning Mysouff fol-
lowed me to the corner of a particular street, and every evening I found him
in the same street, at the same corner, waiting for me. Now the curious
thing was that on the days when I had found some amusement elsewhere,
and was not coming home to dinner, it was of no use to open the door for
Mysouff to go and meet me. Mysouff, in the attitude of the serpent with its
tail in its mouth, refused to stir from his cushion. On the other hand, on
the days I did come, Mysouff would scratch at the door until some one opened
it for him. My mother was very fond of Mysouff; she used to call him her
barometer.
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«Mysouff marks my good and my bad weather," my dear mother would
say: “the days you come in are my days of sunshine; my rainy days are
when you stay away. ”
When I came home I used to see Mysouff at the street corner, sitting
quite still and gazing into the distance. As soon as he caught sight of me,
he began to move his tail; then as I drew nearer, he rose and walked back-
ward and forward across the pavement with his back arched and his tail in
the air. When I reached him, he jumped up upon me as a dog would have
done, and bounded and played round me as I walked towards the house;
but when I was close to it he dashed in at full speed. Two seconds after, I
used to see my mother at the door.
Never again in this world, but perhaps in the next, I shall see her stand-
ing waiting for me at the door.
That is what I was thinking of, dear readers, when the name of Mysouff
brought back all these recollections; so you understand why I did not answer
Madame Lamarque's question.
The life of Dumas after 1830 need not be followed step by step;
indeed, for lack of memoirs, to follow it is by no means easy.
Dumas, by dint of successful plays, and later of successful novels,
earned large sums of money - £40,000 in one year, it is said. He
traveled far and wide, and compiled books of travel. In the forties,
before the Revolution of 1848, he built a kind of Abbotsford of his
own, named “Monte Cristo,” near St. Germains, and joyously ruined
himself. "Monte Cristo,” like Abbotsford, has been described as a
palace. Now, Abbotsford is so far from being a palace that Mr.
Hope Scott, when his wife, Scott's granddaughter, inherited the place,
was obliged to build an additional wing.
At Monte Cristo Dumas kept but one man-servant, Michel (his
« Tom Purdie ”), who was groom, keeper, porter, gardener, and every-
thing. Nor did Dumas ruin himself by paying exorbitant prices for
poor lands, as Scott did. His collection of books and curios was no
rival for that of Abbotsford. But like Scott, he gave away money to
right and left, and he kept open house. He was eaten up by para-
sites,- beggars, poor greedy hangers-on of letters, secretaries, above
all by tribes of musical people. On every side money flowed from
him; hard as he worked, largely as he earned, he spent more. His
very dog brought in thirteen other dogs to bed and board.
He kept
monkeys, cats, eagles, a vulture, a perfect menagerie. His own ac-
count of these guests may be read in My Pets'; perhaps the most
humorous, good-humored, and amusing of all his works.
The Revolution of 1848 impoverished him and drove him from
Monte Cristo; not out of debt to his neighbors. Dumas was a cheer-
ful giver, but did not love to “fritter away his money in paying
bills. ” He started newspapers, such as The Musketeer, and rather
lost than gained by a careless editorship. A successful play would
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enrich him, and he would throw away his gains. He went with
Garibaldi on his expedition against the King of Naples, and was
received with ingratitude by the Neapolitans.
A friend of Daniel Dunglas Home, the medium,” he accompanied
him to Russia, where Home married a lady of a noble and wealthy
family. Returned to France, Dumas found his popularity waning.
His plays often failed; he had outlived his success and his genera-
tion; he had saved nothing; he had to turn in need to his son
Alexandre, the famous dramatist. Finally he died, doubting the
security of his own fame, in the year of the sorrows of France.
Dumas is described by Michelet as “a force of nature. ” Never
was there in modern literature a force more puissant, more capri-
cious, or more genial. His quantity of mind was out of all propor-
tion to its quality. He could learn everything with ease; he was a
skilled cook, a fencer; he knew almost as if by intuition the tech-
nique and terminology of all arts and crafts. Ignorant of Greek, he
criticized and appreciated Homer with an unmatched zest and appre-
ciation. Into the dry bones of history he breathed life, mere names
becoming full-blooded fellow-creatures under his spell. His inspira-
tion was derived from Scott, a man far more learned than he, but
scarcely better gifted with creative energy. Like Scott he is long,
perhaps prolix; like him he is indifferent to niceties of style, does
not linger over the choice of words, but serves himself with the first
that comes to hand. Scott's wide science of human nature is not his;
but his heroes, often rather ruffianly, are seldom mere exemplary
young men of no particular mark. More brilliantly and rapidly than
Scott, he indicates action in dialogue. He does not aim at the con-
struction of rounded plots; his novels are chronicles which need never
stop while his heroes are alive. His plan is to take a canvas of fact,
in memoir or history, and to embroider his fantasies on that. Occa-
sionally the canvas (as Mr. Saintsbury says) shows through, and we
have blocks of actual history. His Joan of Arc' begins as a ro-
mance, and ends with a comparatively plain statement of facts too
great for any art but Shakespeare's. But as a rule it is not histori-
cal facts, it is the fictitious adventures of characters living in an
historical atmosphere, that entertain us in Dumas.
The minute inquirer may now compare the sixteenth-century
Memoirs of Monsieur D'Artagnan' (fictitious memoirs, no doubt) with
the use made of them by Dumas in The Three Musketeers) and
“Twenty Years After. ' The Memoirs) (reprinted by the Librairie
Illustrée, Paris) gave Dumas his opening scenes; gave him young
D'Artagnan, Porthos, Athos, Aramis, Rosnay, De Treville, Milady, the
whole complicated intrigue of Milady, D'Artagnan, and De Vardes.
They gave him several incidents, duels, and local color. ” By
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making Milady the wife of Athos, Dumas knotted his plot; he added
the journey to England, after the Queen's diamonds; from a subordi-
nate character he borrowed the clerical character of Aramis; a mere
hint in the Memoirs) suggested the Bastion Saint-Gervais. The dis-
crimination of character, the dialogue, and many adventures, are
Dumas's own; he was aided by Maquet in the actual writing. In a
similar way, Brantôme and L'Estoile, in their Memoirs,' supply the
canvas of the tales of the Valois cycle.
The beginner in Dumas will assuredly find the following his best
works. For the Valois period, (The Horoscope) (a good deal neg-
lected), Queen Margot,' The Lady of Monsoreau,' (The Forty-Five.
Isabeau of Bavière,' an early novel, deals with the anarchy and
misery before the coming of Jeanne d'Arc. For Henri II. , The Two
Dianas' is indicated. For the times of Richelieu, Mazarin, Louis
XIV. , we have (The Three Musketeers,' (Twenty Years After,' and
(The Viscount of Bragelonne. ' These deal with the youth, middle
age, old age, and death of D'Artagnan, Porthos, Athos, and Aramis.
The Revolutionary novels, Joseph Balsamo,' The Queen's Necklace,'
and others, are much less excellent. The Regency is not ill done in
(The Regent's Daughter'; and “The Chevalier of Harmenthal,' with
(Olympe of Cleves,' has many admirers. Quite apart from these is
the immense modern fantasy of The Count of Monte Cristo'; the
opening part alone is worthy of the master. “The Black Tulip,' so
warmly praised by Thackeray, is an innocent little romance of the
days of Dutch William. Les jeunes filles may read The Black Tulip':
indeed, Dumas does not sacrifice at all to “the Goddess of Lubricity,”
even when he describes very lax moralities.
With a knowledge of these books, and of My Pets) and the
Memoirs,' any student will find himself at home in Dumas, and can
make wider ranges in that great wilderness of fancy. Some autobio-
graphical details will be found in the novel called 'Ange Pithou. '
(Isaac Laquedem' was meant to be a romance of the Wandering
Jew; only two volumes are published. Philosophy a reader will not
find, nor delicate analysis, nor chiseled style ); but he will be in
touch with a great sunny life, rejoicing in all the accidents of exist-
ence.
Alany
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THE CURE FOR DORMICE THAT EAT PEACHES
From (The Count of Monte Cristo)
N°
or on the same night he had intended, but the next morn-
ing, the Count of Monte Cristo went out on the road to
Orléans. Leaving the village of Linas, without stopping
at the telegraph, which at the moment the count passed threw
out its long bony arms, he reached the tower of Montlhéry, sit-
uated, as every one knows, upon the highest point of the plain
of that name. At the foot of the hill the count dismounted, and
began to ascend the mountain by a little winding path about
eighteen inches wide; when he reached the summit he found
himself stopped by a hedge, upon which green fruit had suc-
ceeded to red and white flowers.
Monte Cristo looked for the door of the inclosure, and was
not long in finding it. It was a little wooden gate, working on
willow hinges, and fastened with a nail and string. The count
soon understood its mechanism, and the door opened. He then
found himself in a little marvelously well-kept garden, about
twenty feet long by twelve wide, bounded on one side by part
of the hedge, in which was formed the ingenious machine we
have named a door; and on the other by the old tower, covered
with ivy and studded with wild flowers. Monte Cristo stopped,
after having closed the door and fastened the string to the nail,
and cast a look around.
“The man at the telegraph,” said he, “must either keep a gar-
dener or devote himself passionately to horticulture. ” Suddenly
he struck himself against something crouching behind a wheel-
barrow filled with leaves; the something rose, uttered an excla-
mation of astonishment, and Monte Cristo found himself facing a
man about fifty years old, who was plucking strawberries, which
he was placing upon vine-leaves. He had twelve leaves and
about as many strawberries, which, on rising suddenly, he let
fall from his hand. "You are gathering your crop, sir? ” said
Monte Cristo, smiling.
"Excuse me, sir," replied the man, raising his hand to his
cap; “I am not up there, I know, but I have only just come
down. ”
« Do not let me interfere with you in anything, my friend,"
said the count; "gather your strawberries, if indeed there are
any left. »
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"I have ten left," said the man, "for here are eleven, and I
had twenty-one, five more than last year. But I am not sur-
prised; the spring has been warm this year, and strawberries re-
quire heat, sir. This is the reason that, instead of the sixteen I
had last year, I have this year, you see, eleven already plucked
- twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.
Ah, I rniss three! they were here last night, sir-I am
sure
they were here - I counted them. It must be the son of Mother
Simon who has stolen them; I saw him strolling about here this
morning. Ah! the young rascal! stealing in a garden; he does
not know where that may lead him to. ”
"Certainly, it is wrong,” said Monte Cristo, “but you should
take into consideration the youth and greediness of the delin-
quent. ”
“Of course,” said the gardener, “but that does not make it
the less unpleasant. But, sir, once more I beg pardon; perhaps
you are an official that I am detaining here? ” And he glanced
timidly at the count's blue coat.
“Calm yourself, my friend,” said the count, with that smile
which at his will became so terrible or benevolent, and which
this time beamed only with the latter expression; "I am not an
inspector, but a traveler, conducted here by curiosity he half re-
pents of, since he causes you to lose your time. ”
“Ah! my time is not valuable," replied the man, with a
melancholy smile. “ Still, it belongs to the government, and
I ought not to waste it; but having received the signal that I
might rest for an hour” (here he glanced at a sun-dial, for
there was everything in the inclosure of Montlhéry, even a sun-
dial), "and having ten minutes before me, and my strawberries
being ripe, when a day longer — by-the-by, sir, do you think
dormice eat them ? »
“Indeed, I should think not,” replied Monte Cristo: dormice
are bad neighbors for us who do not eat them preserved, as the
Romans did. ”
“What! did the Romans eat them ? ” said the gardener; "eat
dormice ? »
"I have read so,” said the count.
Really! They can't be nice, though they do say (as fat as
a dormouse. It is not a wonder they are fat, sleeping all day,
and only waking to eat all night. Listen: last year I had four
apricots— they stole one; I had one nectarine, only one — well,
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sir, they ate half of it on the wall; a splendid nectarine - I
never ate a better. ”
«You ate it ? »
« That is to say, the half that was left — you understand; it
was exquisite, sir. Ah, those gentlemen never choose the worst
morsels; like Mother Simon's son, who has not chosen the worst
strawberries. But this year,” continued the horticulturist, “I'll
take care it shall not happen, even if I should be forced to sit
up the whole night to watch when the strawberries are ripe. ”
Monte Cristo had seen enough. Every man has a devouring pas-
sion in his heart, as every fruit has its worm; that of the man
at the telegraph was horticulture. He began gathering the vine.
leaves which screened the sun from the grapes, and won the
heart of the gardener. “Did you come here, sir, to see the tele-
graph ? ” he said.
“Yes, if not contrary to the rules. ”
"Oh no,” said the gardener; "there are no orders against
doing so, providing there is nothing dangerous, and that no one
knows what we are saying. "
“I have been told,” said the count, that you do not always
yourselves understand the signals you repeat. ”
"Certainly, sir; and that is what I like best,” said the man,
smiling.
“Why do you like that best ? »
« Because then I have no responsibility. I am
a machine
then, and nothing else; and so long as I work, nothing more is
required of me. ”
“Is it possible,” said Monte Cristo to himself, «that I can
have met with a man that has no ambition ? That would spoil
my plans. ”
« Sir,” said the gardener, glancing at the sun-dial, “the ten
minutes are nearly expired; I must return to my post.
go up with me ? »
"I follow you. ” Monte Cristo entered the tower, which was
divided into three stages. The lowest contained gardening im-
plements, such as spades, rakes, watering-pots, hung against the
wall; this was all the furniture. The second was the usual
dwelling or rather sleeping-place of the man; it contained a few
poor articles of household furniture, a bed, a table, two chairs,
a stone pitcher, and some dry herbs hung up to the ceiling,
which the count recognized as sweet-peas, and of which the good
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man
« Yes.
was preserving the seeds, having labeled them with as
much care as if he had been a botanist.
“Does it require much study to learn the art of telegraphing,
sir ? ” asked Monte Cristo.
« The study does not take long; it was acting as a supernu-
merary that was so tedious. ”
« And what is the pay ? ”
“A thousand francs, sir. ”
"It is nothing. "
“No; but then we are lodged, as you perceive. ”
Monte Cristo looked at the room. They passed on to the
third stage; it was the room of the telegraph. Monte Cristo
looked in turns at the two iron handles by which the machine
was worked. "It is very interesting,” he said; but it must be
very tedious for a lifetime. ”
At first my neck was cramped with looking at it, but
at the end of a year I became used to it; and then we have our
hours of recreation, and our holidays when we have a fog. "
"Ah, to be sure. ”
“Those are indeed holidays to me; I go into the garden, I
plant, prune, trim, and kill the insects all day long. ”
“How long have you been here ? ”
“ Ten years, and five as a supernumerary make fifteen. ”
« You are”
“Fifty-five years old. ”
“How long must you serve to claim the pension ? ”
"Oh, sir, twenty-five years. ”
«And how much is the pension ? ”
“A hundred crowns.
”
"Poor humanity! ” murmured Monte Cristo.
“What did you say, sir ? » asked the man.
"I was saying it was very interesting. ”
« What was ? »
“All you were showing me. And you really understand none
of these signals ? »
«None at all. ”
«And have you never tried to understand them ? ”
“Never. Why should I?
“But still there are some signals only addressed to you. "
“Certainly. ”
“And do you understand them ?
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“ They are always the same. ”
“And they mean
Nothing new; You have an hour; or To-morrow. ”
“This is simple enough,” said the count; but look! is not
your correspondent putting himself in motion ? »
« Ah yes; thank you, sir. ”
“And what is it saying — anything you understand ? ”
“Yes; it asks if I am ready. ”
“And you reply ? ”
"By the same sign, which at the same time tells my right-
hand correspondent that I am ready, while it gives notice to my
left-hand correspondent to prepare in his turn. ”
"It is very ingenious,” said the count.
“You will see,” said the man, proudly; "in five minutes he
will speak. "
"I have then five minutes,” said Monte Cristo to himself;
“it is more time than I require. My dear sir, will you allow me
to ask you a question ? ”
« What is it, sir ? »
“You are fond of gardening ? »
“Passionately. ”
"And you would be pleased to have, instead of this terrace
of twenty feet, an inclosure of two acres ? »
“Sir, I should make a terrestrial paradise of it. ”
"You live badly on your thousand francs ? »
Badly enough; but yet I do live. ”
“Yes; but you have only a small garden. ”
« True, the garden is not large. ”
“And then, such as it is, it is filled with dormice, who eat
everything. ”
“Ah! they are my scourges. ”
“Tell me,' should you have the misfortune to turn your head
while your right-hand correspondent was telegraphing - »
“I should hot see him. ”
“Then what would happen? ”
"I could not repeat the signals. ”
And then ? "
"Not having repeated them, through negligence, I should be
fined. ”
« How much ? »
«A hundred francs. ”
“ The tenth of your income — that w
fine York. ”
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“Ah! » said the man.
"Has it ever happened to you ? ” said Monte Cristo.
Once, sir, when I was grafting a rose-tree. ”
Well, suppose you were to alter a signal, and substitute
another? ”
“Ah, that is another case; I should be turned off, and lose
my pension. ”
« Three hundred francs. ”
"A hundred crowns; yes, sir; so you see that I am not likely
to do any of these things. ”
"Not even for fifteen years' wages? Come, it is worth think-
ing about ?
« For fifteen thousand francs! »
« Yes. "
Sir, you alarm me. ”
« Nonsense!
"Sir, you are tempting me? ”
"Just so; fifteen thousand francs, do you understand ? "
“Sir, let me see my right-hand correspondent! ”
“On the contrary, do not look at him, but on this. ”
“What is it? »
«What! do you not know these little papers ? »
“Bank-notes! ”
"Exactly; there are fifteen of them. ”
«And whose are they ? »
“ Yours, if you like. ”
“Mine! ” exclaimed the man, half suffocated.
« Yes; yours — your own property. ”
“Sir, my right-hand correspondent is signaling. ”
<< Let him. ”
“Sir, you have distracted me; I shall be fined. ”
« That will cost you a hundred francs; you see it is your
interest to take my bank-notes. ”
“Sir, my right-hand correspondent redoubles his signals; he is
impatient. ”
“Never mind — take these ;” and the count placed the packet
in the hands of the man. “Now, this is not all,” he said; "you
cannot live upon your fifteen thousand francs. ”
« I shall still have my place. ”
“No! you will lose it, for you are going to alter the sign of
your correspondent. "
“Oh, sir, what are you proposing ? ”
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“A jest! ”
“Sir, unless you force me
“I think I can effectually force you;” and Monte Cristo drew
another packet from his pocket. « Here are ten thousand more
francs,” he said; «with the fifteen thousand already in your
pocket, they will make twenty-five thousand. With five thou-
sand you can buy a pretty little house with two acres of land;
the remaining twenty thousand will bring you in a thousand
francs a year.
“A garden with two acres of land! ”
«And a thousand francs a year. ”
« Oh heavens! ”
«Come, take them! ) and Monte Cristo forced the bank-notes
into his hand.
“What am I to do ? »
Nothing very difficult. ”
“But what is it ? »
« To repeat these signs;) Monte Cristo took a paper from his
pocket, upon which were drawn three signs, with numbers to
indicate the order in which they were to be worked.
“There, you see it will not take long. ”
“ Yes; but — »
“Do this, and you will have nectarines and all the rest. ”
The mark was hit: red with fever, while the large drops fell
from his brow, the man executed, one after the other, the three
signs given by the count; notwithstanding the frightful contor-
tions of the right-hand correspondent, who, not understanding the
change, began to think the gardener had become mad.
As to
the left-hand one, he conscientiously repeated the same signals,
which were definitively carried to the Minister of the Interior.
“Now you are rich,” said Monte Cristo.
“Yes," replied the man, "but at what a price! ”
“Listen, friend,” said Monte Cristo. “I do not wish to cause
you any remorse; believe me, then, when I swear to you that
you have wronged no man, but on the contrary have benefited
mankind. ” The man looked at the bank-notes, felt them, counted
them; he turned pale, then red; then rushed into his room to
drink a glass of water, but he had no time to reach the water-
jug, and fainted in the midst of his dried herbs. Five minutes
after the new telegram reached the minister, Debray had the
horses put to his carriage, and drove to Danglars's.
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"Has your husband any Spanish bonds? ” he asked of the
baroness.
“I think so, indeed! He has six millions' worth. ”
“He must sell them at whatever price. ”
«Why? ”
“Because Don Carlos has fed from Bourges, and has returned
to Spain. ”
“How do you know ? "- Debray shrugged his shoulders. “The
idea of asking how I hear the news! ” he said. The baroness did
not wait for a repetition; she ran to her husband, who imme-
diately hastened to his agent and ordered him to sell at any
price. When it was seen that Danglars sold, the Spanish funds
fell directly. Danglars lost five hundred thousand francs; but he
rid himself of all his Spanish shares. The same evening the
following was read in Le Messager:-
« Telegraphic dispatch. The King, Don Carlos, has escaped the
vigilance exercised over him at Bourges, and has returned to Spain
by the Catalonian frontier. Barcelona has risen in his favor. ”
All that evening nothing was spoken of but the foresight of
Danglars, who had sold his shares, and of the luck of the stock-
jobber, who only lost five hundred thousand francs by such a
blow. Those who had kept their shares, or bought those of
Danglars, looked upon themselves as ruined, and passed a very
bad night. Next morning Le Moniteur contained the following:
“It was without any foundation that Le Messager yesterday an-
nounced the flight of Don Carlos and the revolt of Barcelona. The
King (Don Carlos) has not left Bourges, and the peninsula is in the
enjoyment of profound peace. A telegraphic signal, improperly in-
terpreted owing to the fog, was the cause of this error. )
The funds rose one per cent. higher than before they had
fallen. This, reckoning his loss, and what he had missed gain-
ing, made the difference of a million to Danglars. «Good! ” said
Monte Cristo to Morrel, who was at his house when the news
arrived of the strange reverse of fortune of which Danglars had
been the victim. “I have just made a discovery for twenty-five
thousand francs, for which I would have paid a hundred thou-
sand. ”
“What have you discovered ? ) asked Morrel.
“I have just discovered the method of ridding a gardener of
the dormice that eat his peaches. ”
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THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BELT OF PORTHOS, AND THE
HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
From The Three Musketeers)
URIOUS with rage, D'Artagnan crossed the ante-room in three
strides, and began to descend the stairs four steps at a
time, without looking where he was going; when suddenly
he was brought up short by knocking violently against the
shoulder of a musketeer who was leaving the apartments of
M. De Treville. The young man staggered backwards from the
shock, uttering a cry, or rather a yell.
« Excuse me,” said D'Artagnan, trying to pass him, “but I
am in a great hurry. ”
He had hardly placed his foot on the next step, when he was
stopped by the grasp of an iron wrist on his sash.
“You are in a great hurry! ” cried the musketeer, whose face
was the color of a shroud; "and you think that is enough apology
for nearly knocking me down? Not so fast, my young man.
I
suppose you imagine that because you heard M. De Treville
speaking to us rather brusquely to-day, that everybody may treat
us in the same way? But you are mistaken, and it is as well
you should learn that you are not M. De Treville. ”
«Upon my honor,” replied D'Artagnan, recognizing Athos,
who was returning to his room after having his wound dressed,
“upon my honor, it was an accident, and therefore I begged
your pardon.
I should have thought that was all that was neces-
sary. I repeat that I am in a very great hurry, and I should
be much obliged if you would let me go my way. ”
« Monsieur,” said Athos, loosening his hold, you are sadly
lacking in courtesy, and one sees that you must have had a rus-
tic upbringing. ”
D'Artagnan was by this time half-way down another flight;
but on hearing Athos's remark he stopped short.
“My faith, monsieur! ” exclaimed he, “however rustic I may
be, I shall not come to you to teach me manners. ”
“I am not so sure of that,” replied Athos.
“Oh, if I was only not in such haste,” cried D'Artagnan; “if
only I was not pursuing somebody – ”
"Monsieur, you will find me without running after me. Do
you understand ? »
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“And where, if you please? ”
“Near Carmes-Deschaux. ”
“At what hour ? »
« Twelve o'clock. ”
“Very good. At twelve I will be there. ”
“And don't be late, for at a quarter past twelve I will cut off
your ears for you. ”
“All right,” called out D'Artagnan, dashing on down-stairs
after his man;
you may expect me at ten minutes before the
hour. ”
But he was not to escape so easily. At the street door stood
Porthos, talking to a sentry, and between the two men there was
barely space for a man to pass. D'Artagnan took it for granted
that he could get through, and darted on, swift as an arrow,
but he had not reckoned on the gale that was blowing. As he
passed, a sudden gust wrapped Porthos's mantle tight round
him; and though the owner of the garment could easily have
freed him had he so chosen, for reasons of his own he preferred
to draw the folds still closer.
D'Artagnan, hearing the volley of oaths let fall by the mus-
keteers, feared he might have damaged the splendor of the belt,
and struggled to unwind himself; but when he at length freed
his head, he found that like most things in this world the belt
had two sides, and while the front bristled with gold, the back
mere leather; which explains why Porthos always had a
cold and could not part from his mantle.
"Confound you! ” cried Porthos, struggling in his turn, "have
you gone mad, that you tumble over people like this ? »
“Excuse me," answered D'Artagnan, "but I am in a great
hurry. I am pursuing some one, and »
“And I suppose that on such occasions you leave your eyes
behind you? ” asked Porthos.
“No,” replied D'Artagnan, rather nettled; "and thanks to my
eyes, I often see things that other people don't. ”
Possibly Porthos might have understood this allusion, but in
any case he did not attempt to control his anger, and said
sharply:-
“Monsieur, we shall have to give you a lesson if you take to
tumbling against the musketeers like this! »
"A lesson, monsieur! ” replied D'Artagnan; that is rather a
severe expression. ”
was
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“It is the expression of a man who is always accustomed to
look his enemies in the face. ”
«Oh, if that is all, there is no fear of your turning your
back on anybody," and enchanted at his own wit, the young man
walked away in fits of laughter.
Porthos foamed with rage, and rushed after D'Artagnan.
"By-and-by, by-and-by,” cried the latter; when you have not
got your mantle on. ”
“At one o'clock then, behind the Luxembourg. ”
«All right; at one o'clock,” replied D'Artagnan as he vanished
around the corner.
But he could see no one either in the street he had passed
through, or in the one his eager gaze was searching; however
slowly the stranger might have walked, he had gone his way, or
perhaps into some house. D'Artagnan inquired of everybody he
met, but could find nothing at all about him.
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without any “passes” or other mechanical means, could hypnotize
persons who did not know what he was about, and so were not in-
fluenced by “suggestion. ” In a few cases he held that his patients
became clairvoyant; one of them made many political prophecies, -
all unfulfilled. Another, in trance, improved vastly as a singer; her
normal voice stopped at contre-si. I bade her rise to contre-re, which
she did; though incapable of it when awake. ” So far, this justifies
the plot of Mr. Du Maurier's novel “Trilby. Dumas offers no theory;
he states facts, as he says, including post-hypnotic suggestion. ”
These experiments were made by Dumas merely as part of his
studies for Joseph Balsamo' (Cagliostro); his conclusion was that
hypnotism is not yet reduced to a scientific formula. In fiction it is
already overworked. Dumas got his Christine' acted at last. Then
broke out the Revolution of 1830. Dumas's description of his activity
is “as good as a novel, but too long and varied for condensation.
It seems better to give this extract about his life of poverty before
his mother died, before fame visited him. (I quote Miss Cheape's
translation of the passage included in her (Stories of Beasts,' pub-
lished by Longmans, Green and Company. )
He had, in later years, named a cat Mysouff II.
“If you won't think me impertinent, sir,” said Madame Lamarque, “I should
so like to know what Mysouff means. ”
«Mysouff just means Mysouff, Madame Lamarque. »
«It is a cat's name, then ? »
«Certainly, since Mysouff the First was so-called. It is true, Madame La-
marque, you never knew Mysouff. ” And I became so thoughtful that Madame
Lamarque was kind enough to withdraw quietly, without asking any questions
about Mysouff the First.
That name had taken me back to fifteen years ago, when my mother was
still living. I had then the great happiness of having a mother to scold me
sometimes. At the time I speak of, I held a situation in the service of the
Duc d'Orléans, with a salary of 1500 francs. My work occupied me from
ten in the morning until five in the afternoon. We had a cat in those days,
whose name was Mysouff. This cat had missed his vocation; he ought to
have been a dog. Every morning I started for my office at half-past nine,
and came back every evening at half-past five. Every morning Mysouff fol-
lowed me to the corner of a particular street, and every evening I found him
in the same street, at the same corner, waiting for me. Now the curious
thing was that on the days when I had found some amusement elsewhere,
and was not coming home to dinner, it was of no use to open the door for
Mysouff to go and meet me. Mysouff, in the attitude of the serpent with its
tail in its mouth, refused to stir from his cushion. On the other hand, on
the days I did come, Mysouff would scratch at the door until some one opened
it for him. My mother was very fond of Mysouff; she used to call him her
barometer.
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«Mysouff marks my good and my bad weather," my dear mother would
say: “the days you come in are my days of sunshine; my rainy days are
when you stay away. ”
When I came home I used to see Mysouff at the street corner, sitting
quite still and gazing into the distance. As soon as he caught sight of me,
he began to move his tail; then as I drew nearer, he rose and walked back-
ward and forward across the pavement with his back arched and his tail in
the air. When I reached him, he jumped up upon me as a dog would have
done, and bounded and played round me as I walked towards the house;
but when I was close to it he dashed in at full speed. Two seconds after, I
used to see my mother at the door.
Never again in this world, but perhaps in the next, I shall see her stand-
ing waiting for me at the door.
That is what I was thinking of, dear readers, when the name of Mysouff
brought back all these recollections; so you understand why I did not answer
Madame Lamarque's question.
The life of Dumas after 1830 need not be followed step by step;
indeed, for lack of memoirs, to follow it is by no means easy.
Dumas, by dint of successful plays, and later of successful novels,
earned large sums of money - £40,000 in one year, it is said. He
traveled far and wide, and compiled books of travel. In the forties,
before the Revolution of 1848, he built a kind of Abbotsford of his
own, named “Monte Cristo,” near St. Germains, and joyously ruined
himself. "Monte Cristo,” like Abbotsford, has been described as a
palace. Now, Abbotsford is so far from being a palace that Mr.
Hope Scott, when his wife, Scott's granddaughter, inherited the place,
was obliged to build an additional wing.
At Monte Cristo Dumas kept but one man-servant, Michel (his
« Tom Purdie ”), who was groom, keeper, porter, gardener, and every-
thing. Nor did Dumas ruin himself by paying exorbitant prices for
poor lands, as Scott did. His collection of books and curios was no
rival for that of Abbotsford. But like Scott, he gave away money to
right and left, and he kept open house. He was eaten up by para-
sites,- beggars, poor greedy hangers-on of letters, secretaries, above
all by tribes of musical people. On every side money flowed from
him; hard as he worked, largely as he earned, he spent more. His
very dog brought in thirteen other dogs to bed and board.
He kept
monkeys, cats, eagles, a vulture, a perfect menagerie. His own ac-
count of these guests may be read in My Pets'; perhaps the most
humorous, good-humored, and amusing of all his works.
The Revolution of 1848 impoverished him and drove him from
Monte Cristo; not out of debt to his neighbors. Dumas was a cheer-
ful giver, but did not love to “fritter away his money in paying
bills. ” He started newspapers, such as The Musketeer, and rather
lost than gained by a careless editorship. A successful play would
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enrich him, and he would throw away his gains. He went with
Garibaldi on his expedition against the King of Naples, and was
received with ingratitude by the Neapolitans.
A friend of Daniel Dunglas Home, the medium,” he accompanied
him to Russia, where Home married a lady of a noble and wealthy
family. Returned to France, Dumas found his popularity waning.
His plays often failed; he had outlived his success and his genera-
tion; he had saved nothing; he had to turn in need to his son
Alexandre, the famous dramatist. Finally he died, doubting the
security of his own fame, in the year of the sorrows of France.
Dumas is described by Michelet as “a force of nature. ” Never
was there in modern literature a force more puissant, more capri-
cious, or more genial. His quantity of mind was out of all propor-
tion to its quality. He could learn everything with ease; he was a
skilled cook, a fencer; he knew almost as if by intuition the tech-
nique and terminology of all arts and crafts. Ignorant of Greek, he
criticized and appreciated Homer with an unmatched zest and appre-
ciation. Into the dry bones of history he breathed life, mere names
becoming full-blooded fellow-creatures under his spell. His inspira-
tion was derived from Scott, a man far more learned than he, but
scarcely better gifted with creative energy. Like Scott he is long,
perhaps prolix; like him he is indifferent to niceties of style, does
not linger over the choice of words, but serves himself with the first
that comes to hand. Scott's wide science of human nature is not his;
but his heroes, often rather ruffianly, are seldom mere exemplary
young men of no particular mark. More brilliantly and rapidly than
Scott, he indicates action in dialogue. He does not aim at the con-
struction of rounded plots; his novels are chronicles which need never
stop while his heroes are alive. His plan is to take a canvas of fact,
in memoir or history, and to embroider his fantasies on that. Occa-
sionally the canvas (as Mr. Saintsbury says) shows through, and we
have blocks of actual history. His Joan of Arc' begins as a ro-
mance, and ends with a comparatively plain statement of facts too
great for any art but Shakespeare's. But as a rule it is not histori-
cal facts, it is the fictitious adventures of characters living in an
historical atmosphere, that entertain us in Dumas.
The minute inquirer may now compare the sixteenth-century
Memoirs of Monsieur D'Artagnan' (fictitious memoirs, no doubt) with
the use made of them by Dumas in The Three Musketeers) and
“Twenty Years After. ' The Memoirs) (reprinted by the Librairie
Illustrée, Paris) gave Dumas his opening scenes; gave him young
D'Artagnan, Porthos, Athos, Aramis, Rosnay, De Treville, Milady, the
whole complicated intrigue of Milady, D'Artagnan, and De Vardes.
They gave him several incidents, duels, and local color. ” By
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making Milady the wife of Athos, Dumas knotted his plot; he added
the journey to England, after the Queen's diamonds; from a subordi-
nate character he borrowed the clerical character of Aramis; a mere
hint in the Memoirs) suggested the Bastion Saint-Gervais. The dis-
crimination of character, the dialogue, and many adventures, are
Dumas's own; he was aided by Maquet in the actual writing. In a
similar way, Brantôme and L'Estoile, in their Memoirs,' supply the
canvas of the tales of the Valois cycle.
The beginner in Dumas will assuredly find the following his best
works. For the Valois period, (The Horoscope) (a good deal neg-
lected), Queen Margot,' The Lady of Monsoreau,' (The Forty-Five.
Isabeau of Bavière,' an early novel, deals with the anarchy and
misery before the coming of Jeanne d'Arc. For Henri II. , The Two
Dianas' is indicated. For the times of Richelieu, Mazarin, Louis
XIV. , we have (The Three Musketeers,' (Twenty Years After,' and
(The Viscount of Bragelonne. ' These deal with the youth, middle
age, old age, and death of D'Artagnan, Porthos, Athos, and Aramis.
The Revolutionary novels, Joseph Balsamo,' The Queen's Necklace,'
and others, are much less excellent. The Regency is not ill done in
(The Regent's Daughter'; and “The Chevalier of Harmenthal,' with
(Olympe of Cleves,' has many admirers. Quite apart from these is
the immense modern fantasy of The Count of Monte Cristo'; the
opening part alone is worthy of the master. “The Black Tulip,' so
warmly praised by Thackeray, is an innocent little romance of the
days of Dutch William. Les jeunes filles may read The Black Tulip':
indeed, Dumas does not sacrifice at all to “the Goddess of Lubricity,”
even when he describes very lax moralities.
With a knowledge of these books, and of My Pets) and the
Memoirs,' any student will find himself at home in Dumas, and can
make wider ranges in that great wilderness of fancy. Some autobio-
graphical details will be found in the novel called 'Ange Pithou. '
(Isaac Laquedem' was meant to be a romance of the Wandering
Jew; only two volumes are published. Philosophy a reader will not
find, nor delicate analysis, nor chiseled style ); but he will be in
touch with a great sunny life, rejoicing in all the accidents of exist-
ence.
Alany
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THE CURE FOR DORMICE THAT EAT PEACHES
From (The Count of Monte Cristo)
N°
or on the same night he had intended, but the next morn-
ing, the Count of Monte Cristo went out on the road to
Orléans. Leaving the village of Linas, without stopping
at the telegraph, which at the moment the count passed threw
out its long bony arms, he reached the tower of Montlhéry, sit-
uated, as every one knows, upon the highest point of the plain
of that name. At the foot of the hill the count dismounted, and
began to ascend the mountain by a little winding path about
eighteen inches wide; when he reached the summit he found
himself stopped by a hedge, upon which green fruit had suc-
ceeded to red and white flowers.
Monte Cristo looked for the door of the inclosure, and was
not long in finding it. It was a little wooden gate, working on
willow hinges, and fastened with a nail and string. The count
soon understood its mechanism, and the door opened. He then
found himself in a little marvelously well-kept garden, about
twenty feet long by twelve wide, bounded on one side by part
of the hedge, in which was formed the ingenious machine we
have named a door; and on the other by the old tower, covered
with ivy and studded with wild flowers. Monte Cristo stopped,
after having closed the door and fastened the string to the nail,
and cast a look around.
“The man at the telegraph,” said he, “must either keep a gar-
dener or devote himself passionately to horticulture. ” Suddenly
he struck himself against something crouching behind a wheel-
barrow filled with leaves; the something rose, uttered an excla-
mation of astonishment, and Monte Cristo found himself facing a
man about fifty years old, who was plucking strawberries, which
he was placing upon vine-leaves. He had twelve leaves and
about as many strawberries, which, on rising suddenly, he let
fall from his hand. "You are gathering your crop, sir? ” said
Monte Cristo, smiling.
"Excuse me, sir," replied the man, raising his hand to his
cap; “I am not up there, I know, but I have only just come
down. ”
« Do not let me interfere with you in anything, my friend,"
said the count; "gather your strawberries, if indeed there are
any left. »
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"I have ten left," said the man, "for here are eleven, and I
had twenty-one, five more than last year. But I am not sur-
prised; the spring has been warm this year, and strawberries re-
quire heat, sir. This is the reason that, instead of the sixteen I
had last year, I have this year, you see, eleven already plucked
- twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.
Ah, I rniss three! they were here last night, sir-I am
sure
they were here - I counted them. It must be the son of Mother
Simon who has stolen them; I saw him strolling about here this
morning. Ah! the young rascal! stealing in a garden; he does
not know where that may lead him to. ”
"Certainly, it is wrong,” said Monte Cristo, “but you should
take into consideration the youth and greediness of the delin-
quent. ”
“Of course,” said the gardener, “but that does not make it
the less unpleasant. But, sir, once more I beg pardon; perhaps
you are an official that I am detaining here? ” And he glanced
timidly at the count's blue coat.
“Calm yourself, my friend,” said the count, with that smile
which at his will became so terrible or benevolent, and which
this time beamed only with the latter expression; "I am not an
inspector, but a traveler, conducted here by curiosity he half re-
pents of, since he causes you to lose your time. ”
“Ah! my time is not valuable," replied the man, with a
melancholy smile. “ Still, it belongs to the government, and
I ought not to waste it; but having received the signal that I
might rest for an hour” (here he glanced at a sun-dial, for
there was everything in the inclosure of Montlhéry, even a sun-
dial), "and having ten minutes before me, and my strawberries
being ripe, when a day longer — by-the-by, sir, do you think
dormice eat them ? »
“Indeed, I should think not,” replied Monte Cristo: dormice
are bad neighbors for us who do not eat them preserved, as the
Romans did. ”
“What! did the Romans eat them ? ” said the gardener; "eat
dormice ? »
"I have read so,” said the count.
Really! They can't be nice, though they do say (as fat as
a dormouse. It is not a wonder they are fat, sleeping all day,
and only waking to eat all night. Listen: last year I had four
apricots— they stole one; I had one nectarine, only one — well,
(
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sir, they ate half of it on the wall; a splendid nectarine - I
never ate a better. ”
«You ate it ? »
« That is to say, the half that was left — you understand; it
was exquisite, sir. Ah, those gentlemen never choose the worst
morsels; like Mother Simon's son, who has not chosen the worst
strawberries. But this year,” continued the horticulturist, “I'll
take care it shall not happen, even if I should be forced to sit
up the whole night to watch when the strawberries are ripe. ”
Monte Cristo had seen enough. Every man has a devouring pas-
sion in his heart, as every fruit has its worm; that of the man
at the telegraph was horticulture. He began gathering the vine.
leaves which screened the sun from the grapes, and won the
heart of the gardener. “Did you come here, sir, to see the tele-
graph ? ” he said.
“Yes, if not contrary to the rules. ”
"Oh no,” said the gardener; "there are no orders against
doing so, providing there is nothing dangerous, and that no one
knows what we are saying. "
“I have been told,” said the count, that you do not always
yourselves understand the signals you repeat. ”
"Certainly, sir; and that is what I like best,” said the man,
smiling.
“Why do you like that best ? »
« Because then I have no responsibility. I am
a machine
then, and nothing else; and so long as I work, nothing more is
required of me. ”
“Is it possible,” said Monte Cristo to himself, «that I can
have met with a man that has no ambition ? That would spoil
my plans. ”
« Sir,” said the gardener, glancing at the sun-dial, “the ten
minutes are nearly expired; I must return to my post.
go up with me ? »
"I follow you. ” Monte Cristo entered the tower, which was
divided into three stages. The lowest contained gardening im-
plements, such as spades, rakes, watering-pots, hung against the
wall; this was all the furniture. The second was the usual
dwelling or rather sleeping-place of the man; it contained a few
poor articles of household furniture, a bed, a table, two chairs,
a stone pitcher, and some dry herbs hung up to the ceiling,
which the count recognized as sweet-peas, and of which the good
Will you
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man
« Yes.
was preserving the seeds, having labeled them with as
much care as if he had been a botanist.
“Does it require much study to learn the art of telegraphing,
sir ? ” asked Monte Cristo.
« The study does not take long; it was acting as a supernu-
merary that was so tedious. ”
« And what is the pay ? ”
“A thousand francs, sir. ”
"It is nothing. "
“No; but then we are lodged, as you perceive. ”
Monte Cristo looked at the room. They passed on to the
third stage; it was the room of the telegraph. Monte Cristo
looked in turns at the two iron handles by which the machine
was worked. "It is very interesting,” he said; but it must be
very tedious for a lifetime. ”
At first my neck was cramped with looking at it, but
at the end of a year I became used to it; and then we have our
hours of recreation, and our holidays when we have a fog. "
"Ah, to be sure. ”
“Those are indeed holidays to me; I go into the garden, I
plant, prune, trim, and kill the insects all day long. ”
“How long have you been here ? ”
“ Ten years, and five as a supernumerary make fifteen. ”
« You are”
“Fifty-five years old. ”
“How long must you serve to claim the pension ? ”
"Oh, sir, twenty-five years. ”
«And how much is the pension ? ”
“A hundred crowns.
”
"Poor humanity! ” murmured Monte Cristo.
“What did you say, sir ? » asked the man.
"I was saying it was very interesting. ”
« What was ? »
“All you were showing me. And you really understand none
of these signals ? »
«None at all. ”
«And have you never tried to understand them ? ”
“Never. Why should I?
“But still there are some signals only addressed to you. "
“Certainly. ”
“And do you understand them ?
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“ They are always the same. ”
“And they mean
Nothing new; You have an hour; or To-morrow. ”
“This is simple enough,” said the count; but look! is not
your correspondent putting himself in motion ? »
« Ah yes; thank you, sir. ”
“And what is it saying — anything you understand ? ”
“Yes; it asks if I am ready. ”
“And you reply ? ”
"By the same sign, which at the same time tells my right-
hand correspondent that I am ready, while it gives notice to my
left-hand correspondent to prepare in his turn. ”
"It is very ingenious,” said the count.
“You will see,” said the man, proudly; "in five minutes he
will speak. "
"I have then five minutes,” said Monte Cristo to himself;
“it is more time than I require. My dear sir, will you allow me
to ask you a question ? ”
« What is it, sir ? »
“You are fond of gardening ? »
“Passionately. ”
"And you would be pleased to have, instead of this terrace
of twenty feet, an inclosure of two acres ? »
“Sir, I should make a terrestrial paradise of it. ”
"You live badly on your thousand francs ? »
Badly enough; but yet I do live. ”
“Yes; but you have only a small garden. ”
« True, the garden is not large. ”
“And then, such as it is, it is filled with dormice, who eat
everything. ”
“Ah! they are my scourges. ”
“Tell me,' should you have the misfortune to turn your head
while your right-hand correspondent was telegraphing - »
“I should hot see him. ”
“Then what would happen? ”
"I could not repeat the signals. ”
And then ? "
"Not having repeated them, through negligence, I should be
fined. ”
« How much ? »
«A hundred francs. ”
“ The tenth of your income — that w
fine York. ”
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((
“Ah! » said the man.
"Has it ever happened to you ? ” said Monte Cristo.
Once, sir, when I was grafting a rose-tree. ”
Well, suppose you were to alter a signal, and substitute
another? ”
“Ah, that is another case; I should be turned off, and lose
my pension. ”
« Three hundred francs. ”
"A hundred crowns; yes, sir; so you see that I am not likely
to do any of these things. ”
"Not even for fifteen years' wages? Come, it is worth think-
ing about ?
« For fifteen thousand francs! »
« Yes. "
Sir, you alarm me. ”
« Nonsense!
"Sir, you are tempting me? ”
"Just so; fifteen thousand francs, do you understand ? "
“Sir, let me see my right-hand correspondent! ”
“On the contrary, do not look at him, but on this. ”
“What is it? »
«What! do you not know these little papers ? »
“Bank-notes! ”
"Exactly; there are fifteen of them. ”
«And whose are they ? »
“ Yours, if you like. ”
“Mine! ” exclaimed the man, half suffocated.
« Yes; yours — your own property. ”
“Sir, my right-hand correspondent is signaling. ”
<< Let him. ”
“Sir, you have distracted me; I shall be fined. ”
« That will cost you a hundred francs; you see it is your
interest to take my bank-notes. ”
“Sir, my right-hand correspondent redoubles his signals; he is
impatient. ”
“Never mind — take these ;” and the count placed the packet
in the hands of the man. “Now, this is not all,” he said; "you
cannot live upon your fifteen thousand francs. ”
« I shall still have my place. ”
“No! you will lose it, for you are going to alter the sign of
your correspondent. "
“Oh, sir, what are you proposing ? ”
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“A jest! ”
“Sir, unless you force me
“I think I can effectually force you;” and Monte Cristo drew
another packet from his pocket. « Here are ten thousand more
francs,” he said; «with the fifteen thousand already in your
pocket, they will make twenty-five thousand. With five thou-
sand you can buy a pretty little house with two acres of land;
the remaining twenty thousand will bring you in a thousand
francs a year.
“A garden with two acres of land! ”
«And a thousand francs a year. ”
« Oh heavens! ”
«Come, take them! ) and Monte Cristo forced the bank-notes
into his hand.
“What am I to do ? »
Nothing very difficult. ”
“But what is it ? »
« To repeat these signs;) Monte Cristo took a paper from his
pocket, upon which were drawn three signs, with numbers to
indicate the order in which they were to be worked.
“There, you see it will not take long. ”
“ Yes; but — »
“Do this, and you will have nectarines and all the rest. ”
The mark was hit: red with fever, while the large drops fell
from his brow, the man executed, one after the other, the three
signs given by the count; notwithstanding the frightful contor-
tions of the right-hand correspondent, who, not understanding the
change, began to think the gardener had become mad.
As to
the left-hand one, he conscientiously repeated the same signals,
which were definitively carried to the Minister of the Interior.
“Now you are rich,” said Monte Cristo.
“Yes," replied the man, "but at what a price! ”
“Listen, friend,” said Monte Cristo. “I do not wish to cause
you any remorse; believe me, then, when I swear to you that
you have wronged no man, but on the contrary have benefited
mankind. ” The man looked at the bank-notes, felt them, counted
them; he turned pale, then red; then rushed into his room to
drink a glass of water, but he had no time to reach the water-
jug, and fainted in the midst of his dried herbs. Five minutes
after the new telegram reached the minister, Debray had the
horses put to his carriage, and drove to Danglars's.
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"Has your husband any Spanish bonds? ” he asked of the
baroness.
“I think so, indeed! He has six millions' worth. ”
“He must sell them at whatever price. ”
«Why? ”
“Because Don Carlos has fed from Bourges, and has returned
to Spain. ”
“How do you know ? "- Debray shrugged his shoulders. “The
idea of asking how I hear the news! ” he said. The baroness did
not wait for a repetition; she ran to her husband, who imme-
diately hastened to his agent and ordered him to sell at any
price. When it was seen that Danglars sold, the Spanish funds
fell directly. Danglars lost five hundred thousand francs; but he
rid himself of all his Spanish shares. The same evening the
following was read in Le Messager:-
« Telegraphic dispatch. The King, Don Carlos, has escaped the
vigilance exercised over him at Bourges, and has returned to Spain
by the Catalonian frontier. Barcelona has risen in his favor. ”
All that evening nothing was spoken of but the foresight of
Danglars, who had sold his shares, and of the luck of the stock-
jobber, who only lost five hundred thousand francs by such a
blow. Those who had kept their shares, or bought those of
Danglars, looked upon themselves as ruined, and passed a very
bad night. Next morning Le Moniteur contained the following:
“It was without any foundation that Le Messager yesterday an-
nounced the flight of Don Carlos and the revolt of Barcelona. The
King (Don Carlos) has not left Bourges, and the peninsula is in the
enjoyment of profound peace. A telegraphic signal, improperly in-
terpreted owing to the fog, was the cause of this error. )
The funds rose one per cent. higher than before they had
fallen. This, reckoning his loss, and what he had missed gain-
ing, made the difference of a million to Danglars. «Good! ” said
Monte Cristo to Morrel, who was at his house when the news
arrived of the strange reverse of fortune of which Danglars had
been the victim. “I have just made a discovery for twenty-five
thousand francs, for which I would have paid a hundred thou-
sand. ”
“What have you discovered ? ) asked Morrel.
“I have just discovered the method of ridding a gardener of
the dormice that eat his peaches. ”
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THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BELT OF PORTHOS, AND THE
HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
From The Three Musketeers)
URIOUS with rage, D'Artagnan crossed the ante-room in three
strides, and began to descend the stairs four steps at a
time, without looking where he was going; when suddenly
he was brought up short by knocking violently against the
shoulder of a musketeer who was leaving the apartments of
M. De Treville. The young man staggered backwards from the
shock, uttering a cry, or rather a yell.
« Excuse me,” said D'Artagnan, trying to pass him, “but I
am in a great hurry. ”
He had hardly placed his foot on the next step, when he was
stopped by the grasp of an iron wrist on his sash.
“You are in a great hurry! ” cried the musketeer, whose face
was the color of a shroud; "and you think that is enough apology
for nearly knocking me down? Not so fast, my young man.
I
suppose you imagine that because you heard M. De Treville
speaking to us rather brusquely to-day, that everybody may treat
us in the same way? But you are mistaken, and it is as well
you should learn that you are not M. De Treville. ”
«Upon my honor,” replied D'Artagnan, recognizing Athos,
who was returning to his room after having his wound dressed,
“upon my honor, it was an accident, and therefore I begged
your pardon.
I should have thought that was all that was neces-
sary. I repeat that I am in a very great hurry, and I should
be much obliged if you would let me go my way. ”
« Monsieur,” said Athos, loosening his hold, you are sadly
lacking in courtesy, and one sees that you must have had a rus-
tic upbringing. ”
D'Artagnan was by this time half-way down another flight;
but on hearing Athos's remark he stopped short.
“My faith, monsieur! ” exclaimed he, “however rustic I may
be, I shall not come to you to teach me manners. ”
“I am not so sure of that,” replied Athos.
“Oh, if I was only not in such haste,” cried D'Artagnan; “if
only I was not pursuing somebody – ”
"Monsieur, you will find me without running after me. Do
you understand ? »
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“And where, if you please? ”
“Near Carmes-Deschaux. ”
“At what hour ? »
« Twelve o'clock. ”
“Very good. At twelve I will be there. ”
“And don't be late, for at a quarter past twelve I will cut off
your ears for you. ”
“All right,” called out D'Artagnan, dashing on down-stairs
after his man;
you may expect me at ten minutes before the
hour. ”
But he was not to escape so easily. At the street door stood
Porthos, talking to a sentry, and between the two men there was
barely space for a man to pass. D'Artagnan took it for granted
that he could get through, and darted on, swift as an arrow,
but he had not reckoned on the gale that was blowing. As he
passed, a sudden gust wrapped Porthos's mantle tight round
him; and though the owner of the garment could easily have
freed him had he so chosen, for reasons of his own he preferred
to draw the folds still closer.
D'Artagnan, hearing the volley of oaths let fall by the mus-
keteers, feared he might have damaged the splendor of the belt,
and struggled to unwind himself; but when he at length freed
his head, he found that like most things in this world the belt
had two sides, and while the front bristled with gold, the back
mere leather; which explains why Porthos always had a
cold and could not part from his mantle.
"Confound you! ” cried Porthos, struggling in his turn, "have
you gone mad, that you tumble over people like this ? »
“Excuse me," answered D'Artagnan, "but I am in a great
hurry. I am pursuing some one, and »
“And I suppose that on such occasions you leave your eyes
behind you? ” asked Porthos.
“No,” replied D'Artagnan, rather nettled; "and thanks to my
eyes, I often see things that other people don't. ”
Possibly Porthos might have understood this allusion, but in
any case he did not attempt to control his anger, and said
sharply:-
“Monsieur, we shall have to give you a lesson if you take to
tumbling against the musketeers like this! »
"A lesson, monsieur! ” replied D'Artagnan; that is rather a
severe expression. ”
was
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“It is the expression of a man who is always accustomed to
look his enemies in the face. ”
«Oh, if that is all, there is no fear of your turning your
back on anybody," and enchanted at his own wit, the young man
walked away in fits of laughter.
Porthos foamed with rage, and rushed after D'Artagnan.
"By-and-by, by-and-by,” cried the latter; when you have not
got your mantle on. ”
“At one o'clock then, behind the Luxembourg. ”
«All right; at one o'clock,” replied D'Artagnan as he vanished
around the corner.
But he could see no one either in the street he had passed
through, or in the one his eager gaze was searching; however
slowly the stranger might have walked, he had gone his way, or
perhaps into some house. D'Artagnan inquired of everybody he
met, but could find nothing at all about him.
