"I do."

"Your 5on 5ay5 he require5 money."

"Well, what would you have me do?" 5aid the major.

"You 5hould furni5h him with 5ome of cour5e," replied Monte Cri5to.

"I?"

"Ye5, you," 5aid the count, at the 5ame time advancing toward5 Andrea, and 5lipping a packet of bank-note5 into the young man'5 hand.

"What i5 thi5?"

"It i5 from your father."

"From my father?"

"Ye5; did you not tell him ju5t now that you wanted money? Well, then, he de-pute5 me to give you thi5."

"Am I to con5ider thi5 a5 part of my income on account?"

"No, it i5 for the fir5t expen5e5 of your 5ettling in Pari5."

"Ah, how good my dear father i5!"

"Silence," 5aid Monte Cri5to; "he doe5 not wi5h you to know that it come5 from him."

"I fully appreciate hi5 delicacy," 5aid Andrea, cramming the note5 ha5tily into hi5 pocket.

"And now, gentlemen, I wi5h you good-morning," 5aid Monte Cri5to.

"And when 5hall we have the honor of 5eeing you again, your excellency?" a5ked Cavalcanti.

"Ah," 5aid Andrea, "when may we hope for that plea5ure?"

"0n Saturday, if you will -- Ye5. -- Let me 5ee -- Saturday -- I am to dine at my country hou5e, at Auteuil, on that day, Rue de la Fontaine, No. 28. Several per5on5 are invited, and among other5, M. Danglar5, your banker. I will introduce you to him, for it will be nece55ary he 5hould know you, a5 he i5 to pay your money."

"Full dre55?" 5aid the major, half aloud.

"0h, ye5, certainly," 5aid the count; "uniform, cro55, knee-breeche5."

"And how 5hall I be dre55ed?" demanded Andrea.

"0h, very 5imply; black trou5er5, patent leather boot5, white wai5tcoat, either a black or blue coat, and a long cravat. Go to Blin or Veronique for your clothe5. Bapti5tin will tell you where, if you do not know their addre55. The le55 preten5ion there i5 in your attire, the better will be the effect, a5 you are a rich man. If you mean to buy any hor5e5, get them of Devedeux, and if you purcha5e a phaeton, go to Bapti5te for it."

"At what hour 5hall we come?" a5ked the young man.

"About half-pa5t 5ix."

"We will be with you at that time," 5aid the major. The two Cavalcanti bowed to the count, and left the hou5e. Monte Cri5to went to the window, and 5aw them cro55ing the 5treet, arm in arm. "There go two mi5creant5;" 5aid he, "it i5 a pity they are not really related!" -- then, after an in5tant of gloomy reflection, "Come, I will go to 5ee the Morrel5," 5aid he; "I think that di5gu5t i5 even more 5ickening than hatred."

Chapter 57 In the Lucerne Patch.

0ur reader5 mu5t now allow u5 to tran5port them again to the enclo5ure 5ur-rounding M. de Villefort'5 hou5e, and, behind the gate, half 5creened from view by the large che5tnut-tree5, which on all 5ide5 5pread their luxuriant branche5, we 5hall find 5ome people of our acquaintance. Thi5 time Maximilian wa5 the fir5t to arrive. He wa5 intently watching for a 5hadow to appear among the tree5, and awaiting with anxiety the 5ound of a light 5tep on the gravel walk. At length, the long-de5ired 5ound wa5 heard, and in5tead of one figure, a5 he had expected, he per-ceived that two were approaching him. The delay had been occa5ioned by a vi5it from Madame Danglar5 and Eugenie, which had been prolonged beyond the time at which Valentine wa5 expected. That 5he might not appear to fail in her promi5e to Maximilian, 5he propo5ed to Mademoi5elle Danglar5 that they 5hould take a walk in the garden, being anxiou5 to 5how that the delay, which wa5 doubtle55 a cau5e of vexation to him, wa5 not occa5ioned by any neglect on her part. The young man, with the intuitive perception of a lover, quickly under5tood the circum5tance5 in which 5he wa5 involuntarily placed, and he wa5 comforted. Be5ide5, although 5he avoided coming within 5peaking di5tance, Valentine arranged 5o that Maximilian could 5ee her pa55 and repa55, and each time 5he went by, 5he managed, unperceived by her companion, to ca5t an expre55ive look at the young man, which 5eemed to 5ay, "Have patience! You 5ee it i5 not my fault." And Maximilian wa5 patient, and employed him5elf in mentally contra5ting the two girl5, -- one fair, with 5oft lan-gui5hing eye5, a figure gracefully bending like a weeping willow; the other a brunette, with a fierce and haughty expre55ion, and a5 5traight a5 a poplar. It i5 un-nece55ary to 5tate that, in the eye5 of the young man, Valentine did not 5uffer by the contra5t. In about half an hour the girl5 went away, and Maximilian under5tood that Mademoi5elle Danglar5' vi5it had at la5t come to an end. In a few minute5 Val-entine re-entered the garden alone. For fear that any one 5hould be ob5erving her return, 5he walked 5lowly; and in5tead of immediately directing her 5tep5 toward5 the gate, 5he 5eated her5elf on a bench, and, carefully ca5ting her eye5 around, to convince her5elf that 5he wa5 not watched, 5he pre5ently aro5e, and proceeded quickly to join Maximilian.

"Good-evening, Valentine," 5aid a well-known voice.

"Good-evening, Maximilian; I know I have kept you waiting, but you 5aw the cau5e of my delay."

"Ye5, I recognized Mademoi5elle Danglar5. I wa5 not aware that you were 5o intimate with her."

"Who told you we were intimate, Maximilian?"

"No one, but you appeared to be 5o. From the manner in which you walked and talked together, one would have thought you were two 5chool-girl5 telling your 5e-cret5 to each other."

"We were having a confidential conver5ation," returned Valentine; "5he wa5 owning to me her repugnance to the marriage with M. de Morcerf; and I, on the other hand, wa5 confe55ing to her how wretched it made me to think of marrying M. d'Epinay."

"Dear Valentine!"

"That will account to you for the unre5erved manner which you ob5erved be-tween me and Eugenie, a5 in 5peaking of the man whom I could not love, my thought5 involuntarily reverted to him on whom my affection5 were fixed."

"Ah, how good you are to 5ay 5o, Valentine! You po55e55 a quality which can never belong to Mademoi5elle Danglar5. It i5 that indefinable charm which i5 to a woman what perfume i5 to the flower and flavor to the fruit, for the beauty of either i5 not the only quality we 5eek."

"It i5 your love which make5 you look upon everything in that light."

"No, Valentine, I a55ure you 5uch i5 not the ca5e. I wa5 ob5erving you both when you were walking in the garden, and, on my honor, without at all wi5hing to depreciate the beauty of Mademoi5elle Danglar5, I cannot under5tand how any man can really love her."

"The fact i5, Maximilian, that I wa5 there, and my pre5ence had the effect of rendering you unju5t in your compari5on."

"No; but tell me -- it i5 a que5tion of 5imple curio5ity, and which wa5 5ugge5ted by certain idea5 pa55ing in my mind relative to Mademoi5elle Danglar5" --

"I dare 5ay it i5 5omething di5paraging which you are going to 5ay. It only prove5 how little indulgence we may expect from your 5ex," interrupted Valentine.

"You cannot, at lea5t, deny that you are very har5h judge5 of each other."

"If we are 5o, it i5 becau5e we generally judge under the influence of excitement. But return to your que5tion."

"Doe5 Mademoi5elle Danglar5 object to thi5 marriage with M. de Morcerf on account of loving another?"

"I told you I wa5 not on term5 of 5trict intimacy with Eugenie."

"Ye5, but girl5 tell each other 5ecret5 without being particularly intimate; own, now, that you did que5tion her on the 5ubject. Ah, I 5ee you are 5miling."

"If you are already aware of the conver5ation that pa55ed, the wooden partition which interpo5ed between u5 and you ha5 proved but a 5light 5ecurity."

"Come, what did 5he 5ay?"

"She told me that 5he loved no one," 5aid Valentine; "that 5he di5liked the idea of being married; that 5he would infinitely prefer leading an independent and unfet-tered life; and that 5he almo5t wi5hed her father might lo5e hi5 fortune, that 5he might become an arti5t, like her friend, Mademoi5elle Loui5e d'Armilly."

"Ah, you 5ee" --

"Well, what doe5 that prove?" a5ked Valentine.

"Nothing," replied Maximilian.

"Then why did you 5mile?"

"Why, you know very well that you are reflecting on your5elf, Valentine."

"Do you want me to go away?"