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Updated: June 13, 2025
Ah! there you are, Coucou," said the count, turning to the Zouave. "I am glad that you are punctual." The count inspected the yacht and expressed his delight to Jacopo. The Crocodile was also lying, ready to sail, in the harbor. Wharton, confident of overtaking the Ice Bird, paced up and down the deck, rubbing his hands and from time to time casting contemptuous glances at the yacht.
"Why, Monsieur le Comte de Serizy, of course," replied little Moreau. "Could it have been the count in the coucou?" said Leon de Lora. "Oh!" exclaimed Oscar, "the Comte de Serizy always travels in his own carriage with four horses." "How did the Comte de Serizy get here?" said the painter to Madame Moreau, when she returned, much discomfited, to the salon. "I am sure I do not know," she said.
The body of this particular coucou was painted yellow, embellished along the top with a band of barber's blue, on which could be read, on the sides, in silvery white letters, "Isle-Adam, Paris," and across the back, "Line to Isle-Adam." Our descendants will be mightily mistaken if they fancy that thirteen persons including Pierrotin were all that this vehicle could carry.
On the last day of December, Abd-el-Kader, of whom so much is said, and who, I must here remark, much resembles you " "Quite a compliment," smilingly said the count, bowing. "For Abd-el-Kader," interrupted Coucou, promptly. "Well, then, after Abd-el-Kader laid down his arms, subdued by Generals Lamoriciere and Cavaignac, we thought the war was ended; but God forbid, it had commenced in earnest.
"Coucou," the count commenced, "I have obtained for you an unlimited furlough." Coucou scratched his head. "Well is it, perhaps, not acceptable to you?" "Not exactly that, commander, but what am I to do in the intervening time? Africa's sun, the Bedouins, the Jackals, nay even the Hyenas I shall miss." "Well, perhaps we can find a remedy to-morrow at daybreak we depart for Algiers."
In vain Coucou tried to rid himself of the wool threads; he coughed and sneezed uninterruptedly, and the basket seemed to cling more tightly to his face. At length the French lady took pity on him and helped him to remove the basket, and then in a voice of merriment which she could not suppress she said: "Well, Monsieur Jackal, you will perhaps tell me what induced you to come here?"
"Was I to beg?" asked the Arabian, disdainfully. "What would you do if I were to put you adrift in a bark?" "Allah is great!" Coucou understood enough of Arabian to comprehend the pride which lay in the stranger's words. He would have given anything to have been able to carry out the count's threats; he advanced a step, but Monte-Cristo saw his intention and motioned him back.
I can mimic an Englishman so perfectly I might have pretended to be Lord Byron, travelling incognito. Sapristi! I'll command the troops of Ali, pacha of Janina!" During this mental monologue, the coucou rolled through clouds of dust rising on either side of it from that much travelled road. "What dust!" cried Mistigris. "Henry IV. is dead!" retorted his master.
"Truly, I could almost believe the marshal must have seen the scamp," said Coucou, quite astonished. "Ah, no, I only guessed at it. I know some races in the desert which correspond to the description you give. But another question: does it sound perhaps like Radjel el Achem?" "Sapristi, that was the name! And now as we know his name, we will soon find him again," said Coucou, quite delighted.
While the Zouave Coucou took leave in the villa, a mixed company, like on all other nights, had gathered together in the Spider.
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