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The major scarcely regarded this last insult. He was busied with many reflections. How would it be if he tried to overpower Benedetto? "Well, I am waiting," said San Pietro, after a pause; "will you speak?" "No." "You know that Aslitta is in my power, and you will die like him if you remain headstrong." "Listen to me, Benedetto," said the major, earnestly.
He offered his breast to the minions of Radetzky " "You are speaking of the Marquis Aslitta," said Haydee, gently. "Yes, of him, and if you knew my past you would understand that it is the love I bear for him which keeps me alive." "Speak freely, sister," whispered the handsome Greek, "perhaps I can help you." "I am a Frenchwoman by birth," said the diva, timidly.
"He was sentenced to death; whether the sentence had been already executed our emissary could not ascertain." "Bertuccio," said the count anxiously, "if Aslitta " "Aslitta is dead!" cried Luciola, who had entered unperceived and sank to her knees sobbing. "Who dares to allege that?" exclaimed the count, turning pale. "Step to the window," stammered Luciola.
"You have the key of the vault which contains the arms and ammunition?" Ali nodded. "Go and show the Marquis of Sante-Croce the way to the vaults. Arm the patriots, marquis, and believe my words, before night Radetzky will give up the fight and to-morrow will leave Milan. Stop, one instant yet; I told the patriots that the Marquis Aslitta would lead them. I have kept my word. See for yourself.
Our readers have already guessed that the marquis was playing the part of a Brutus, and La Luciola, who loved him dearly, supported him in his plans. The two fiery natures had become acquainted at Naples. Luciola's friend, the gentle Milla, had written the mysterious libretto and Aslitta had sent it to Ticellini.
The prisoner waited and then called out once more. Again no answer came. Presently he heard a voice cry out, "You are a prisoner; are you not?" "Yes, I am. Whoever you may be, have no fear; I am not your enemy," returned the voice of Aslitta. "I am down in the water half drowned."
"True; but I was, perhaps, awkward. You may do better. Let us descend." "As if that was so easy. If one holds the scarf, the other can descend, and that's the end of the chapter," said Aslitta, calmly. "Well, one's enough," thought the major, after a few moments' deliberation. "How so?" "Well, I don't amount to much, and if I go under, my poor wife will be taken care of.
Let Bertuccio inform Jacopo and rest easy! See, Aslitta has recovered God will protect Spero!" Bartolomeo was thrown into a subterranean dungeon of the citadel, and now that Aslitta was lost he accepted his fate calmly. He could not be of any further service to the fatherland. As he was sitting meditatively in his cell, the door opened and a corporal entered.
Edmond Dantes had kept the oath he made upon Monte-Cristo, to be the warm friend of the oppressed. He was an admirer of Aslitta, and placed himself at his service and the cause he represented. Up till now he had never met La Luciola, but when the diva saw at the Scala that evening the man whom her lover had talked to her about, she was seized with a deep emotion.
"My child," he solemnly said, "whatever your past has been, you have expiated it a thousand times, and you deserve the love of a humane and honest man." "Ah, you recall Aslitta to me where is he?" Monte-Cristo sorrowfully shook his head. "Eugenie, the Marquis d'Aslitta was arrested two hours ago." "Arrested. Oh, my God! That is worse than death." "All is not lost yet." "Where is he?"
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