heard across the road, “To the Chamber of Deputies.”
Apprised in time of the visit paid him, Monte Cristo had, from behind the blinds of his pavilion, as minutely observed the baron, by means of an excellent lorgnette, as Danglars himself had scrutinized the house, garden, and servants.
“That fellow has a decidedly bad countenance,” said the count in a tone of disgust, as he shut up his glass into its ivory case.
“How comes it that all do not retreat in aversion at sight of that flat, receding, serpent-like forehead, round, vulture-shaped head, and sharp-hooked nose, like the beak of a buzzard? Ali,” cried he, striking at the same time on the brazen gong.
Ali appeared.
“Summon Bertuccio,” said the count.
Almost immediately Bertuccio entered the apartment.
“Did your excellency desire to