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"Esperance, my beloved!" he cried. "Father!" exclaimed the rescued lad, clasping his arms about Monte-Cristo's neck. Esperance's garments were quickly restored to him by Fanfar, and when he was clad in them, the party again mounted and started on their return to the colonist's farm.
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.
Alas! poor girl, she did not know that the night when she and Françoise entered the inn at Leigoutte, Fanfar, alone in his prison, thought of his mother whom he had scarcely seen, and of the sister whom he had held in his arms. Ah! it was a bitter trial for the strong, faithful heart. Caillette and Pierre Labarre watched Françoise, when finally she arose from her chair, and went toward the door.
They thought him dead. Fanfar drew Caillette away, and then leaned over his friend. La Roulante pushed him aside. "Don't interfere," she said, "he is my husband." Fanfar looked her in the face, and continued his examination. He opened Gudel's vest and shirt, and laid his hand on his heart. There was a moment of silence. "He is living," said Fanfar.
Stop a moment, I remember a company of mountebanks on the Square; they were under the management of a man called Iron Jaws, and with him was this Fanfar, if I don't mistake." "Precisely, and this Fanfar is your brother, I heard him say so, himself, when I went to help you. He said to me, 'she is my sister " "Where is he? I must see him. He saved my life. Suppose that he is Jacques!
Although Caillette did not understand, she saw that there was danger, pressing and immediate, for both Gudel and Fanfar. She waited until La Roulante's heavy breathing showed that she was asleep, and then the young girl cautiously crept from her bed and to the door, which, fortunately, was not locked. She hurried to her father's room. Some one lay before the door.
Her innocence and purity were exquisite, but at the same time she loved Fanfar. He did not love her. He would have given his life for her, but he did not wish to spend it with her, and at the thought of Caillette as his wife he drew back. He now disengaged himself gently from her clinging arms. "To work!" he said, "it is growing late."
"These officers are in pursuit of men who have sworn eternal war against oppression and corruption who detest a despotic monarchy and demand a free and honest republic!" "Do you speak of yourself?" asked Montferrand, quickly. Aubé opened his eyes wide. Certainly, this was a most extraordinary evening! "You are lost!" cried Montferrand. "Not yet!" answered Fanfar.
"How bad you are!" she cried, "you frighten me half out of my wits." "Frighten you, child! Are you not yet accustomed to my exercises, little sister?" Caillette colored, and half turned away. "Why do you call me little sister?" she said. Fanfar dropped her hands, which he had taken from his neck. A cloud passed swiftly over his brow.
"Do you mean to stay there forever, Fanfar?" was Gudel's next remark. Fanfar was the person to whom Caillette had addressed her smiles. With a laugh he swung himself down, and hung by his wrists a moment. "Good boy!" said Gudel. "You mean to keep yourself in practice, I see." Robeccal, with his hands in his pockets, lounged into the kitchen, and stood watching the preparations for dinner.
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