“A hundred crowns.”
“Poor humanity!” murmured Monte Cristo.
“What did you say, sir?” asked the man.
“I was saying it was very interesting.”
“What was?”
“All you were showing me. And you really understand none of these signals?”
“None at all.”
“And have you never tried to understand them?”
“Never. Why should I?”
“But still there are some signals only addressed to you.”
“Certainly.”
“And do you understand them?”
“They are always the same.”
“And they mean—”
“ ‘Nothing new’; ‘You have an hour’; or ‘Tomorrow.’ ”
“This is simple enough,” said the count; “but look, is not your correspondent putting itself in motion?”
“Ah, yes; thank you, sir.”
“And what is it saying—anything you understand?”