‘The young person you allude to is a poor unfortunate Greek left under my care . . . There, there!’ said Monte Cristo as, wrapping both arms around the count, he leaned with him over the front of the box, just as Haydée, whose eyes were occupied in examining the theatre in search of the count, saw his pale marble features next to those of Morcerf who he was holding in his arms. The sight produced on the astonished girl an effect similar to that of the fabulous head of Medusa.
As for myself I first heard you spoken of by my friend Wilmore, a philanthropist, I believe he found you in some unpleasant position but I do not know of what nature, for I did not ask, not being inquisitive. Your misfortunes engaged his sympathies; so you see you must have been interesting. He told me that he was anxious to restore you to the position which you had lost, and that he would seek your father until he found him. He did seek, and has found him apparently, since he is here now[.]
Noirtier’s hair was long and white, and it flowed over his shoulders; whilst in his eyes, shaded by thick, black lashes, was concentrated, as so often happens with any organ which is used to the exclusion of the others, all the activity, force, and intelligence which were formerly diffused over his whole body; certainly, the movement of the arm, the sound of the voice, and the agility of the body, were wanting, but the speaking eye sufficed for all.
The old man’s declaration that Valentine was not to inherit his fortune had raised the hopes of Madame de Villefort; she gradually approached the invalid, and said:
‘Then, doubtless, dear M. Noirtier, you intend leaving your fortune to your grandson, Edward de Villefort?’
The winking of the eyes which answered this speech was most decided and terrible, and expressed a feeling almost amounting to hatred.
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 next morning Le Moniteur contained the following:—
‘It is without any foundation that Le Messager yesterday announced the flight of Don Carlos and the revolt of Barcelona. The king (Don Carlos) has not left Bourges, and the Peninsula enjoys profound peace. A telegraphic signal, improperly interpreted, owing to the fog, was the cause of this error.’