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Mercedes was only too happy to find an opportunity to speak about Albert during the ten years he sojourned in Algiers, his letters had been the joy of his mother. Albert called himself Joliette the name of Morcerf contained for him, the same as for Mercedes, terrible recollections and soon Clary admired and looked upon Captain Joliette as something of a higher being.
"It will never be so with me, my own, my love!" protested Joliette, kissing her again and again. "I swear it." "I know the value of a lover's oath, Albert," murmured Louise, with a meaning look. "When I was the brightest operatic star of the day many of them were breathed in my ear, but they were 'trifles light as air, forgotten as soon as uttered.
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.
As Mlle. d' Armilly stood in her corset and clinging skirts of spotless white that delicately outlined her faultless shape, her fine throat, shoulders and arms displaying their glowing brilliancy, Captain Joliette gazed at her like one entranced. Never in all his life, he thought, had he looked upon a woman so thoroughly beautiful, so goddess-like.
And yet, with the large Palace of the Archbishop on the Port de la Joliette near-by, the statue of a devoted and loving Bishop in the open square, and the majestic Cathedral of Sainte-Marie-Majeure itself, the episcopacy of Marseilles has all the outward and visible signs of strength and glory and power.
Joliette watched her for an instant and then said: "You are a singular creature, Louise, a problem that I must admit I cannot solve. What is the Count of Monte-Cristo to you that you swoon at the mere sight of him? You certainly could not have been in any way associated with his past life, have suffered from the signal vengeance he took upon his enemies years ago!"
It was soon known throughout Paris that Captain Joliette and Albert de Morcerf were identical, and that Mlle. d'Armilly was in reality no other than Mlle. Eugénie Danglars, daughter of Baron Danglars, the once famous and opulent Parisian banker; the report also was current that Albert and Eugénie were engaged and would shortly be united in the bonds of matrimony.
In the suburbs Marseilles is modern enough, but the chief thoroughfare, known to all who read, the famous and ever busy Cannebiere, plunges rapidly downhill until it empties itself on the crowded quays that surround the old port. With the newer Marseilles of the Joliette well found in wharfs and warehouses, steam cranes and railway lines the town beloved of the Phoenicians has no concern.
The colonist, at the urgent solicitation of those with whom he had so strangely been brought in contact, was about to relate the story of his life, when suddenly Monte-Cristo's quick ear caught a sound. "What was that?" he said in a startled whisper, instantly springing to his feet. "I heard nothing," said Fanfar. "It was, perhaps, the cry of some wild beast," suggested Captain Joliette.
I left Paris this morning, and I have here in my pocket a ticket for cabin No. 27 on the Traonaddy, which leaves to-morrow at four o'clock from the Bay of Joliette for Suez, Aden, Colombo, and Singapore, and I shall go on board to-morrow at four o'clock if you don't let me hope to become your son-in-law." "Sir!" "Don't move, madam, don't move. Mlle.
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