"An enemy!" cried Mercedes, with an angry look at her cousin."An enemy in my house, do you say, Edmond! If Ibelieved that, I would place my arm under yours and go with you to Marseilles, leaving the house to return to it no more."Fernand's eye darted lightning."And should any misfortune occur to you, dear Edmond," she continued with the same calmness which proved to Fernand that the young girl had read the very innermost depths of his sinister thought, "if misfortune should occur to you, I would ascend the highest point of the Cape de Morgion and cast myself headlong from it."Fernand became deadly pale."But you are deceived, Edmond,"she continued."You have no enemy here -- there is no one but Fernand, my brother, who will grasp your hand as a devoted friend."And at these words the young girl fixed her imperious look on the Catalan, who, as if fascinated by it, came slowly towards Edmond, and offered him his hand.His hatred, like a powerless though furious wave, was broken against the strong ascendancy which Mercedes exercised over him.Scarcely, however, had he touched Edmond's hand than he felt he had done all he could do, and rushed hastily out of the house.
"Oh," he exclaimed, running furiously and tearing his hair -- "Oh, who will deliver me from this man? Wretched --wretched that I am!"
"Hallo, Catalan! Hallo, Fernand! where are you running to?"exclaimed a voice.
The young man stopped suddenly, looked around him, and perceived Caderousse sitting at table with Danglars, under an arbor.
"Well", said Caderousse, "why don't you come? Are you really in such a hurry that you have no time to pass the time of day with your friends?""Particularly when they have still a full bottle before them," added Danglars.Fernand looked at them both with a stupefied air, but did not say a word.
"He seems besotted," said Danglars, pushing Caderousse with his knee."Are we mistaken, and is Dantes triumphant in spite of all we have believed?""Why, we must inquire into that," was Caderousse's reply;and turning towards the young man, said, "Well, Catalan, can't you make up your mind?"Fernand wiped away the perspiration steaming from his brow, and slowly entered the arbor, whose shade seemed to restore somewhat of calmness to his senses, and whose coolness somewhat of refreshment to his exhausted body.
"Good-day," said he."You called me, didn't you?" And he fell, rather than sat down, on one of the seats which surrounded the table.
"I called you because you were running like a madman, and Iwas afraid you would throw yourself into the sea," said Caderousse, laughing."Why, when a man has friends, they are not only to offer him a glass of wine, but, moreover, to prevent his swallowing three or four pints of water unnecessarily!"Fernand gave a groan, which resembled a sob, and dropped his head into his hands, his elbows leaning on the table.
"Well, Fernand, I must say," said Caderousse, beginning the conversation, with that brutality of the common people in which curiosity destroys all diplomacy, "you look uncommonly like a rejected lover;" and he burst into a hoarse laugh.
"Bah!" said Danglars, "a lad of his make was not born to be unhappy in love.You are laughing at him, Caderousse.""No," he replied, "only hark how he sighs! Come, come, Fernand," said Caderousse, "hold up your head, and answer us.It's not polite not to reply to friends who ask news of your health.""My health is well enough," said Fernand, clinching his hands without raising his head.
"Ah, you see, Danglars," said Caderousse, winking at his friend, "this is how it is; Fernand, whom you see here, is a good and brave Catalan, one of the best fishermen in Marseilles, and he is in love with a very fine girl, named Mercedes; but it appears, unfortunately, that the fine girl is in love with the mate of the Pharaon; and as the Pharaon arrived to-day -- why, you understand!""No; I do not understand," said Danglars.
"Poor Fernand has been dismissed," continued Caderousse.
"Well, and what then?" said Fernand, lifting up his head, and looking at Caderousse like a man who looks for some one on whom to vent his anger; "Mercedes is not accountable to any person, is she? Is she not free to love whomsoever she will?""Oh, if you take it in that sense," said Caderousse, "it is another thing.But I thought you were a Catalan, and they told me the Catalans were not men to allow themselves to be supplanted by a rival.It was even told me that Fernand, especially, was terrible in his vengeance."Fernand smiled piteously."A lover is never terrible," he said.
"Poor fellow!" remarked Danglars, affecting to pity the young man from the bottom of his heart."Why, you see, he did not expect to see Dantes return so suddenly -- he thought he was dead, perhaps; or perchance faithless! These things always come on us more severely when they come suddenly.""Ah, ma foi, under any circumstances," said Caderousse, who drank as he spoke, and on whom the fumes of the wine began to take effect, -- "under any circumstances Fernand is not the only person put out by the fortunate arrival of Dantes;is he, Danglars?"
"No, you are right -- and I should say that would bring him ill-luck.""Well, never mind," answered Caderousse, pouring out a glass of wine for Fernand, and filling his own for the eighth or ninth time, while Danglars had merely sipped his."Never mind -- in the meantime he marries Mercedes -- the lovely Mercedes -- at least he returns to do that."During this time Danglars fixed his piercing glance on the young man, on whose heart Caderousse's words fell like molten lead.
"And when is the wedding to be?" he asked.
"Oh, it is not yet fixed!" murmured Fernand.
