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If I needed money I would ask you for it." "Money! what is that? I should have only to fill out a check, you know. But ask me to fight for you, to be killed for you!" Goutran took the hand of the youth in his, and smilingly said: "Do you know, Esperance, the greatest sacrifice I can ask of you?" "Go on." "It would be to mount upon the imperial of an omnibus.
"Vengeance is assured. Fanfar and Goutran are prisoners in the house of Monte-Cristo. As to the girl, she is at the house at Courberrie, where Esperance will arrive too late." Hardly had Carmen grasped the sense of these words than she ran to her room, and wrapping herself in her long black cloak, left the hôtel by the private door.
She colored deeply, and in much agitation answered quickly: "No, my friend, I am not hurt. It was a slight accident, and this gentleman saved me." Esperance started, because he felt sure that this voice and the one that had addressed to him the strange words he had repeated to Goutran, was the same. The man turned and looked at the Count.
"Good heavens!" he cried, "what does this mean? It is Jane!" They reached the avenue, and looked about for a carriage, but none was to be seen. "Where are we to take this poor thing?" said Goutran. "To my rooms," answered Esperance. "But I am afraid she will die in my arms!" "I will hasten on and arouse the servants, and have everything prepared." "Yes, by all means.
Your father has not been in Paris for some years, and the Count has been here very little of late. But I can easily find out for you." "No, no pray make no inquiries!" said Carmen, eagerly. "But the terrace where is it?" "Here it is!" answered Goutran, raising a curtain.
"No, no," stammered the banker, "but it is very warm here, and I will go out on the terrace a while, if you will permit me." He left his daughter, who seemed to attach little importance to this sudden indisposition of her father's. Goutran went forward to receive his new guests. A murmur of admiration greeted the lady Jane Zeld, the cantatrice.
All day she watched him, but saw nothing to justify her in her belief, and yet she knew that her woman's instinct had not played her false. Over and over again she was tempted to retract her promise, for the idea of this fête was intolerable to her. She thought of Goutran, and remembered that she might save him.
Her bust was discreetly vailed, her arms were beautifully rounded, firm and white, and terminated in exquisite hands. Goutran had begged Esperance to come to his fête. The Vicomte did so, and Goutran seemed to forget his presence. Only a few curious glances were turned upon him. All eyes were watching Jane who, too, seemed to forget the person who had so gallantly assisted her from her carriage.
At last, Omar and Carmen were alone in a small salon. "Will you tell me who you are?" asked Carmen once again. "I am Coucon devoted to Monsieur Goutran and to Esperance, the son of Monte-Cristo." "And you disguised yourself to see me?" "Yes, for I had a note to bring from Monsieur Goutran." "Give it to me!" Carmen cried.
At first I was troubled and afraid I had been careless, but since I have collected my ideas, I am sure that I have nothing to reproach myself with." "Do you mean to say, then," cried Coucon, "that the Vicomte walked through the wall?" "It is very strange," said Fanfar, thoughtfully. "And now, my friends," he added, turning to Coucon and Madame, "you may leave me here with Monsieur Goutran."
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