“Then you remember everything that went on about you from the time when you were three years old?” said Albert.

“Everything.”

“Count,” said Albert, in a low tone to Monte Cristo, “do allow the signora to tell me something of her history. You prohibited my mentioning my father’s name to her, but perhaps she will allude to him of her own accord in the course of the recital, and you have no idea how delighted I should be to hear our name pronounced by such beautiful lips.”

Monte Cristo turned to Haydée, and with an expression of countenance which commanded her to pay the most implicit attention to his words, he said in Greek, “ Πατρὸς μὲν ἄτην, μήζε τὸ ὄνομα προδότου καὶ προδοσίαν, εἰπὲ ἡμῖν. ” 15 Haydée sighed deeply, and a shade of sadness clouded her beautiful brow.