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"Doubtless, doubtless," said Morrel; "but I shall say, like the Spaniard, 'He has not been so brave to-day as he was yesterday'"

"You will breakfast with me, will you not, Morrel?" said the count, to turn the conversation

"No; I ement was for breakfast, then?" said the count

Morrel smiled, and shook his head "Still you ry?" said the young s which destroy the appetite,--grief--and as I am happy to see you very cheerful, it is not that--and love Now after what you toldof your heart, I ayly, "I will not dispute it"

"But you will not make me your confidant, Maxiladly he would have been admitted to the secret

"I showed you thisthat I had a heart, did I not, count?" Monte Cristo only answered by extending his hand to the young man "Well," continued the latter, "since that heart is no longer with you in the Bois de Vincennes, it is elsewhere, and I o, dear friend, but promise me if you meet with any obstacle to remember that I have some power in this world, that I am happy to use that power in the behalf of those I love, and that I love you, Morrel"

"I will re man, "as selfish children recollect their parents when they want their aid When I need your assistance, and the moment arrives, I will come to you, count"

"Well, I rely upon your proain" They had arrived in the Chae-door, Morrel sprang out on the pave on the steps Morrel disappeared down the Avenue de Marigny, and Monte Cristo hastened to join Bertuccio

"Well?" asked he

"She is going to leave her house," said the steward

"And her son?"

"Florentin, his valet, thinks he is going to do the same"

"Come this way" Monte Cristo took Bertuccio into his study, wrote the letter we have seen, and gave it to the steward "Go," said he quickly "But first, let Haidee be inforirl, who at the sound of the carriage had run down-stairs and whose face was radiant with joy at seeing the count return safely Bertuccio left Every transport of a daughter finding a father, all the delight of athe first erly expected Doubtless, although less evident, Monte Cristo's joy was not less intense Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficentis outwardly apparent