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"What poor girl?" asked Fanfar. "Pray explain yourself, Monsieur Aubé." Montferrand had heard that this Fanfar was only a rope-dancer; but his air and manner, his dress, too, proclaimed him to hold a very different position, and he was greatly attracted by his appearance.
Bobichel married Caillette, whom he adored as much as he adored Fanfar. Françoise and Labarre neither of them lived long. Cyprien continued to act as spy for the French government. And La Roulante was assassinated in a drunken frolic. This was the story of Fanfar, which we have completed, for Fanfar's modesty was too great to allow him to say what we have said for him.
Fanfar thought not, and in a state of perfect satisfaction they walked along the left shore of the Seine, where Fanfar had a little house in the Rue Bellechasse. They were talking earnestly, when they heard loud cries for aid. They instantly plunged into the river and swam in the direction of the cries. They were successful in their efforts, and saved the lives of both the man and the woman.
He says that the Vicomte has disappeared." "Yes, sir," growled Coucon. "Then, Madame Caraman, this is no time for tears. Tears remedy nothing, and we must have all our wits about us." Madame held out her arms to Fanfar, as she fell on her knees before him. "I am the one in fault, and I shall never forgive myself." "Pray tell me the whole."
He had come to Paris as quickly as possible, leaving Françoise and Caillette to follow. He went at once to the court-room, and there heard that Fanfar had been carried to one of the lower rooms. Physicians had been sent for, who had attributed his death to an aneurism. "You are avenged, Pierre!" cried the Marquis. "Why are you here? Leave this house at once!" But the old man did not move.
At this moment a man was seen to vault into space; it was Fanfar, who had sprang across the gulf between the two houses. With him he had taken the end of the rope which he had fastened to the chimney. He held the rope so firmly that it made a bridge. Gudel began the perilous voyage. "At all events, we will have a dead body!" growled the Commissioner, who advanced to cut the rope.
"I think I do; but let us go up-stairs; before we begin the fray, it is well to understand the battlefield, and to become familiar with it." As he said this, Fanfar entered the vestibule, but the Swiss hurried after him. "But, sir," he said, in some confusion, "in the absence of the Count and his son, I really cannot "
"An infamous falsehood!" exclaimed Fanfar. "An assassin! never!" murmured Irène, as she rose from her knees, hastily. Arthur held her back. He had divined her secret. "Do not betray yourself," he whispered, "rely on me." Fanfar looked around. Escape was impossible. He turned to Irène. "Save my sister!" he said to her. She bowed assent. Then Fanfar spoke to the Magistrate.
To do what you ask would wound them deeply." Irène listened, with a frown. Gudel retreated to the background where he indulged in a silent laugh. Fanfar waited, calmly. "This is a lesson you read me?" she said, at last. "No, Mademoiselle, it is only advice. Make yourself beloved by these peasants. I have much to do, and pray that you will excuse me." He bowed, and was about to retire.
Monte-Cristo hastened to his son's apartment, followed by Fanfar, Captain Joliette and Coucon, the Zouave. The boy was still sleeping soundly, and the apartment was altogether undisturbed. Monte-Cristo uttered a sigh of relief; he bent over the beautiful child and gently kissed him on the forehead. The party returned to the adjoining room and resumed their seats.
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