“The Count of Monte Cristo!” said Danglars, more pale from terror than he had been just before from hunger and misery.

“You are mistaken⁠—I am not the Count of Monte Cristo.”

“Then who are you?”

“I am he whom you sold and dishonored⁠—I am he whose betrothed you prostituted⁠—I am he upon whom you trampled that you might raise yourself to fortune⁠—I am he whose father you condemned to die of hunger⁠—I am he whom you also condemned to starvation, and who yet forgives you, because he hopes to be forgiven⁠—I am Edmond Dantès!”

Danglars uttered a cry, and fell prostrate.