“Yes,” replied the young woman; “and fear much that he finds our home but a dull one.”
“I will undertake to divert him,” replied the count.
“I am ready to accompany you, sir,” said Maximilian. “Adieu, my kind friends! Emmanuel—Julie—farewell!”
“How farewell?” exclaimed Julie; “do you leave us thus, so suddenly, without any preparations for your journey, without even a passport?”
“Needless delays but increase the grief of parting,” said Monte Cristo, “and Maximilian has doubtless provided himself with everything requisite; at least, I advised him to do so.”
“I have a passport, and my clothes are ready packed,” said Morrel in his tranquil but mournful manner.
“Good,” said Monte Cristo, smiling; “in these prompt arrangements we recognize the order of a well-disciplined soldier.”
“And you leave us,” said Julie, “at a moment’s warning? you do not give us a day—no, not even an hour before your departure?”
“My carriage is at the door, madame, and I must be in Rome in five days.”
“But does Maximilian go to Rome?” exclaimed Emmanuel.
“I am going wherever it may please the count to take me,” said Morrel, with a smile full of grief; “I am under his orders for the next month.”
“Oh, heavens, how strangely he expresses himself, count!” said Julie.
“Maximilian goes with me ,” said the count, in his kindest and most persuasive manner; “therefore do not make yourself uneasy on your