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Updated: June 10, 2025
"No, but Monsieur Goutran does." "I will go to him immediately." "Oh! we have been there, and he has gone away for the day. Here is a little bag which we found in the young lady's room, and it may tell you something." And Madame, as she spoke, handed Fanfar one of those little morocco bags so much in vogue to be hung at the belt. Fanfar opened the bag, and found a letter without address.
In one of the silk folds of the hanging on the wall there was a bit of white lace, evidently torn from something. "I recognize that," said Goutran. "I ordered the peignoirs she required, for we did not wish to admit any one into our secrets; and that lace trimmed one of the peignoirs." "And now we have it!" shouted Bobichel, inserting the blade of his knife in one of the plaits of the silk.
Goutran had begun this conversation in a gay, familiar tone, but the gravity of Esperance influenced him, and he continued more seriously, "I wished to consult you, because I knew you to be a man who weighed such matters seriously. You noticed a young lady, to-night but what is the matter?" Esperance had started. "It is nothing, my foot slipped. And this young lady?"
Benedetto waited until Fanfar and his friends entered the room, and then crying out to them, "You are too late! I have killed the son of Monte-Cristo!" leaped into the river. Goutran rushed to Esperance, and lifting him in his arms, said despairingly: "Dead! murdered!"
At this time Esperance was doing his best to copy his father's manners. He was but twenty-one and he affected impassibility. He adopted his most phlegmatic English air, and replied to the painter: "Your story is most interesting, but I will give fifty thousand francs." Goutran was surprised and somewhat displeased.
The apartment that Goutran occupied was on the second floor, and the terrace, of which he had spoken so slightingly, was draped with clematis, and commanded a beautiful view down the avenue to the Place de la Concorde. The evening was calm and the air delicious. Carmen certainly deserved to be called imprudent.
For some time I have hated and loathed Laisangy. I felt that he was a greater criminal towards others than myself, and as my conscience began to stir, I felt my suspicions daily increase. "I remember," said Goutran. "Then, when we were on the terrace " Carmen hesitated. There were memories connected with that terrace which she did not care to approach. Goutran said, kindly: "Go on, dear child."
All means are lawful when dangers threaten those you love, and some instinct taught me that I should learn something of you and the Vicomte." Goutran kissed Carmen's hand as his sole reply. "The two men came in a moment or two, and I at once learned from the first words they uttered that they were associates in some crime.
He pressed his lips to Jane's. This kiss was an oath. Would Esperance keep it? Goutran returned with the case. "Shall I not call some one?" asked the young man. "No, not yet," Esperance replied. He opened the box and took out an instrument. "My hand does not tremble, does it?" "No," said the painter, "it is perfectly firm."
Those who saw this sight will never forget it. Monte-Cristo bent low over the bier on which Esperance lay. He took his son in his arms as a mother lifts her child from the cradle, and bearing the body Monte-Cristo left the room. Suddenly shaking off the torpor which had held them motionless, Fanfar and Goutran started in pursuit.
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