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Penelon had still preserved the habit of calling his master's daughter "Mademoiselle Julie," and had never been able to change the name to Madame Herbault. "Penelon," replied Julie, "go and inform M. Emmanuel of this gentleman's visit, and Maximilian will conduct him to the salon."
To the boats, my lads, as quick as you can. Now," continued Penelon, "you see, M. Morrel, a sailor is attached to his ship, but still more to his life, so we did not wait to be told twice; the more so, that the ship was sinking under us, and seemed to say, 'Get along save yourselves. We soon launched the boat, and all eight of us got into it.
Penelon rolled his quid in his cheek, placed his hand before his mouth, turned his head, and sent a long jet of tobacco-juice into the antechamber, advanced his foot, balanced himself, and began, "You see, M. Morrel," said he, "we were somewhere between Cape Blanc and Cape Boyador, sailing with a fair breeze, south-south-west after a week's calm, when Captain Gaumard comes up to me I was at the helm I should tell you and says, 'Penelon, what do you think of those clouds coming up over there? I was just then looking at them myself.
A half-hour passed by. Monte-Cristo and Haydee were still busied with Aslitta, when a servant entered bearing a sealed letter on a silver salver. "A courier who has come from France has just brought it," said the servant, in answer to a question of the count's. "Did he give his name?" "Yes; he said his name was Penelon, and that he came from Marseilles."
Madame Morrel sat down by her husband and took one of his hands in hers, Julie still lay with her head on his shoulder, Emmanuel stood in the centre of the chamber and seemed to form the link between Morrel's family and the sailors at the door. "How did this happen?" said Morrel. "Draw nearer, Penelon," said the young man, "and tell us all about it."
These last words produced a prodigious effect on the seaman. Penelon nearly swallowed his quid; fortunately he recovered. "What, M. Morrel!" said he in a low voice, "you send us away; you are then angry with us!" "No, no," said M. Morrel, "I am not angry, quite the contrary, and I do not send you away; but I have no more ships, and therefore I do not want any sailors."
Maximilian crossed the canal and entered the Rue Meslay by the boulevards. Five minutes after the door had been closed on Morrel's entrance, it was again opened for the count. Julie was at the entrance of the garden, where she was attentively watching Penelon, who, entering with zeal into his profession of gardener, was very busy grafting some Bengal roses.
'Ah, said I, after four hours' work, 'since we are sinking, let us sink; we can die but once. 'That's the example you set, Penelon, cries the captain; 'very well, wait a minute. He went into his cabin and came back with a brace of pistols. 'I will blow the brains out of the first man who leaves the pump, said he." "Well done!" said the Englishman.
'Well, Penelon, said the captain, 'what makes you shake your head? 'Why, I says, 'I still think you've got too much on. 'I think you're right, answered he, 'we shall have a gale. 'A gale? More than that, we shall have a tempest, or I don't know what's what. You could see the wind coming like the dust at Montredon; luckily the captain understood his business.
Penelon put his hand over his eyes, and then stared at the man who thus criticized the manoeuvres of his captain. "We did better than that, sir," said the old sailor respectfully; "we put the helm up to run before the tempest; ten minutes after we struck our tops'ls and scudded under bare poles." "The vessel was very old to risk that," said the Englishman.
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