“Ah, Beauchamp, I see you know something already; you will restore me to life.”
“I do not say there is any truth in what I am going to tell you, but it is, at least, a ray of light in a dark night; by following it we may, perhaps, discover something more certain.”
“Tell me; satisfy my impatience.”
“Well, I will tell you what I did not like to mention on my return from Yanina.”
“Say on.”
“I went, of course, to the chief banker of the town to make inquiries. At the first word, before I had even mentioned your father’s name”—
“ ‘Ah,’ said he. ‘I guess what brings you here.’
“ ‘How, and why?’
“ ‘Because a fortnight since I was questioned on the same subject.’
“ ‘By whom?’
“ ‘By a banker of Paris, my correspondent.’
“ ‘Whose name is—’
“ ‘Danglars.’ ”
“He!” cried Albert; “yes, it is indeed he who has so long pursued my father with jealous hatred. He, the man who would be popular, cannot forgive the Count of Morcerf for being created a peer; and this marriage broken off without a reason being assigned—yes, it is all from the same cause.”