said he; “it is five minutes past seven, and the appointment was for eight
A carriage was in readiness at the door. Monte Cristo stepped into it with his two friends.
He had stopped a moment in the passage to listen at a door, and Maximilian and Emmanuel, who had considerately passed forward a few steps, thought they heard him answer by a sigh to a sob from within.
As the clock struck eight they drove up to the place of meeting.
“We are first,” said Morrel, looking out of the window.
“Excuse me, sir,” said Baptistin, who had followed his master with indescribable terror, “but I think I see a carriage down there under the trees.”
Monte Cristo sprang