The Count of Monte Cristo

by: Alexandre Dumas

Chapters 103–108

Quotes Chapters 103–108
1

‘Now, sir,’ continued Morrel, ‘these days no one can disappear by violent means without some enquiries being made as to the cause of her disappearance, even were she not a young, beautiful, and adorable creature like Valentine. M. le Procureur du Roi,’ said Morrel, with increasing vehemence, ‘no mercy is allowed; I denounce the crime; it is your place to seek the murderer.’

2

‘Oh! Well, then,’ said Monte Cristo, ‘I am not particular about these five notes, pay me in a different form; I wished, from curiosity, to take these, that I might be able to say that without any advice or preparation the house of Danglars had paid me five millions without a minute’s delay: it would have been so remarkable. But here are your bonds; pay me differently;’ and he held the bonds towards Danglars, who seized them . . . Suddenly he rallied, made a violent effort to restrain himself, and then a smile gradually widened the features of his disturbed countenance.

3

‘Who am I?’ repeated Monte Cristo. ‘Listen: I am the only man in the world who has the right to say to you, — “Morrel, your father’s son shall not die to-day.”’ And Monte Cristo, with an expression of majesty and sublimity, advanced with his arms folded towards the young man . . . ‘Because I am he who saved your father’s life when he wished to kill himself, as you do to-day, —because I am the man who sent the purse to your young sister, and the Pharaon to old Morrel, —because I am the Edmond Dantès who nursed you, a child, on my knees.’

4

‘[A]s M. Danglars says, you are rich and perfectly free. In my opinion, a withdrawal from Paris is absolutely necessary after the double catastrophe of Mademoiselle Danglars’ broken contract and M. Danglars’ disappearance . . . You only have to remain in Paris for about a fortnight, telling the world you are abandoned . . . Then you can quit your house, and everyone’s mouth will be filled with praises of your disinterestedness[.]’ The dread with which the baroness, pale and motionless, listened to this, was equaled by the calm indifference with which Debray had spoken.

5

Are we not two despairing creatures? What is life to you? — Nothing. What is life to me? — Very little without you, mother; for, believe me, but for you I should have ceased to live on the day I suspected my father and renounced his name. Well, I will live, if you promise me still to hope; and if you grant me the care of your future prospects, you will redouble my strength . . . [I]n six months I shall be an officer or dead. If I am an officer, your fortune is certain, for I shall have money enough for us both, and, moreover, a name we shall both be proud of[.]