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God help the scoundrels if they touch a hair of his head!" Gontram had risen. He put his arm about the young girl's waist and gently drew her toward him. "Carmen," he whispered, tenderly, "your confession was a bitter pill for me, but my love for you is the same as ever. Tell me once more that you love me, too!" "Oh, Gontram, I do not deserve so much kindness," sobbed Carmen.
"Do you know that my father has left Paris suddenly?" asked Spero in the course of the conversation. "No. Where has the count gone to?" "I do not know," said the vicomte. Gontram Sabran had been acquainted with Spero for two years.
"Let us hope for the best," said Fanfaro, earnestly; "forward then with God for Monte-Cristo and his son!" "And for my Jane," muttered Anselmo to himself. "God in heaven take my life, but save hers!" Gontram was in love; night and day he only thought of Carmen. "Either she or no one," he said to himself. One morning, as he was returning home from a visit, the janitor addressed him.
He silently opened the drapery and brought his companion back to the studio; when they entered it, the vicomte hurried to the painter, and said in a low tone: "Gontram, have you a minute for me? I must speak to you."
I have a high regard for the vicomte." "I could have thought so," said Carmen, laughing. "What do you mean by that, mademoiselle?" asked Gontram in surprise. "Oh, you see you have the habit of caring very little for those whom you pretend to honor," replied the young girl, looking at the painter in such a way as made his heart beat fast.
If every sign does not deceive, the banker must know something about it. Perhaps you may be able to find out the secret. "In great haste, Carmen breathed more freely after she had read the lines. "Well?" said the Zouave, expectantly. "Go back to Monsieur Sabran and tell him I will move heaven and earth to find out the secret. Gontram is still in the Monte-Cristo palace, is he not?" "Yes."
Suddenly Gontram paused, and uttered a low cry of astonishment. Spero was leaning against a door sunk in thought. "Can I introduce the young man to you?" asked Gontram softly of his companion. "Who is he?" replied Carmen. "The Vicomte of Monte-Cristo!" "What? The son of the celebrated count?" asked the young lady, looking at Spero with increased interest. "Yes.
Ah, I will never forgive myself," cried Mamma Caraman, wringing her hands; and then she went on and told how Spero and Gontram had brought the wounded girl into the house, the care that had been taken of her, and how, at the suggestion of the vicomte, she had lain down on the sofa to rest for an hour. "When I awoke," she continued, "it was broad daylight.
"The vicomte might have gone out by way of the garden." "That is not possible," declared the footman. "I locked the gate myself yesterday while the vicomte was in his study." "We must search every nook and corner," said Gontram. "We shall do so," said Fanfaro. "Anselmo can remain under Madame Caraman's care, while Coucou can look in the garden and yard, and we in the house."
The maid opened the door of a charming boudoir and allowed Gontram to enter. With his hat in his hand the painter stood still in the centre of the room. The door was now opened, and Carmen, simply attired in black silk, entered. She was pale, but extremely handsome, and Gontram looked admiringly at her. "Thank you," she said, offering her hand to the painter.
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