# The Count of Monte-Cristo/Volume 2/Chapter 39

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CHAPTER XXXIX
THE GUESTS
N the house in the Rue du Helder, where Albert had invited the Count of Monte-Cristo, everything was being prepared on the morning of the 21st of May to fulfill the engagement. Albert de Morcerf inhabited a pavilion situated at the corner of a large court, and directly opposite another building, in which were the servants’ apartments. Two windows only of the pavilion faced the street; three other windows looked into the court, and two at the back into the garden.
Between the court and the garden, built in the heavy style of the imperial architecture, was the large and fashionable dwelling of the Count and Countess de Morcerf.
A high wall surrounded the whole of the property, surmounted at intervals by vases filled with flowers, and broken in the center by a large gate of gilt lances, which served as the carriage entrance. A small door, close to the lodge of the concierge, gave ingress and egress to the servants and to the masters when they were on foot.
It was easy to discover that the delicate care of a mother, unwilling to part from her son, and yet aware he required the full exercise of his liberty, had chosen this habitation for Albert. On the other hand was visible the intelligent egotism of youth, enchanted with the free and idle life of a young man. By means of these two windows, looking into the street, Albert could see all that passed; the sight of what is going on is so necessary to young men, who wish always to see the world traverse their horizon, be that horizon but the street only. Then, should anything appear to merit a more minute examination, Albert de Morcerf could follow up his researches by means of a small door, similar to that close to the concierge’s door, and which merits a particular description. ​ It was a little entrance that seemed never to have been opened since the house was built, so entirely was it covered with dust and dirt; but the well-oiled hinges and locks announced a frequent and mysterious employment. This door laughed at the concierge, from whose vigilance and jurisdiction it escaped, opening, like the door in the "Arabian Nights," the "Open Sesame" of Ali Baba, by a cabalistic word or a concerted tap without from the sweetest voices or whitest fingers in the world.
At the end of a long corridor, with which the door communicated, and which formed the antechamber, was, on the right, Albert's break fast-room, looking into the court, and on the left the salon, looking into the garden. Shrubs and creeping plants covered, fan-like, the windows, and hid from the garden and court these two apartments, the only rooms into which, as they were on the ground-floor, prying eyes could penetrate.
On the first floor were the same rooms, with the addition of a third, the antechamber; these three rooms were a salon, a boudoir, and a bedroom. The salon downstairs was only an Algerian divan, for the use of smokers. The boudoir upstairs communicated with the bed chamber, and by an invisible door with the staircase; it was evident every precaution had been taken. Above this floor was a large studio, which had been increased in size by pulling down the partitions: a pandemonium, in which the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence.
There were collected and piled up all Albert's successive caprices, hunting-horns, bass-viols, flutes—a whole orchestra, for Albert had had not a taste but a fancy for music; easels, palettes, brushes, pencils—for music had been succeeded by painting; foils, boxing-gloves, broad swords, and single-sticks—for, following the example of the fashion able young men of the time, Albert de Morcerf cultivated, with far more perseverance than music and drawing, the three arts that complete a dandy's education, i. e., fencing, boxing, and single-stick; and it was in this apartment that he received Grisier, Cook, and Charles Lecour.
The rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consisted of old cabinets of the time of Francis I.; cabinets filled with China and Japan vases, faĭences of Lucca de la Robbia, plates of Bernard de Palissy; old arm-chairs, in which had perhaps reposed themselves Henry IV. or Sully, Louis XIII. or Richelieu for two of these arm chairs, adorned with a carved shield, on which were engraved the fleur-de-lis of France on an azure field, evidently came from the Louvre, or, at least, some royal residence.
On these dark and somber chairs were thrown splendid stuffs of bright colors, dyed beneath Persia's sun, or woven by the fingers of the women of Calcutta or of Chandernagor. What these stuffs did there, it ​ was impossible to say; they awaited, whilst gratifying the eyes, a destination unknown to their owner himself. In the mean time they filled the room with their golden and silky reflections.
In the center of the room was a piano in rosewood, of Roller and Blanchet, of small dimensions, but containing an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous cavity, and groaning beneath the weight of the chefs-d'oeuvre of Beethoven, Weber, Mozart, Haydn, Gretry, and Porpora.
On the walls, over the doors, on the ceiling, were swords, daggers, Malay creeses, maces, battle-axes, suits of armor, gilded, damasked, and inlaid, dried plants, minerals, and stuffed birds, opening their flame-colored wings as if for flight, and their beaks that never close. This was the favorite sitting-room of Albert.
However, the morning of the appointment, the young man had established himself in the small salon downstairs. There, on a table, surrounded at some distance by a large and luxurious divan, every species of tobacco known, from the yellow tobacco of Petersburg to the black tobacco of Sinai, the Maryland, the Porto Rico, and the Latakieh, was exposed in those pots of crackled earthenware of which the Dutch are so fond: beside them, in boxes of fragrant wood, were ranged, according to their size and quality, puros, regalias, havannas, and manillas; and, in an open cabinet, a collection of German pipes, of chibouk, with their amber mouth-pieces, ornamented with coral, and of nargilehs, with their long tubes of morocco coiled like serpents, awaited the caprice or the sympathy of the smokers.
Albert had himself presided at the arrangement, or, rather, the symmetrical derangement, which, after coffee, the guests at a breakfast of modern days love to contemplate through the vapor that escapes from their mouth, and ascends in long and fanciful wreaths to the ceiling.
At a quarter to ten, a valet entered; he composed with a little groom named John, and who only spoke English, all Albert's establishment, although the cook of the hotel was always at his service, and on great occasions the count's chasseur also. This valet, whose name was Germain, and who enjoyed the entire confidence of his young master, held in one hand a number of papers, and in the other a packet of letters, which he gave to Albert. Albert glanced carelessly at the different missives, selected two written in a small and delicate hand, and inclosed in scented envelopes, opened them, and perused their contents with some attention.
"How did these letters come?" said he.
"One by the post; Madame Danglars' footman left the other."
"Let Madame Danglars know that I accept the place she offers me in her box. Wait; then, during the day, tell Rosa that when I leave the ​Opera I will sup with her, as she wishes. Take her six bottles of different wine—Cyprus, sherry, and Malaga, and a barrel of Ostend oysters; get them at Borel's, and be sure you say they are for me."
"At what o'clock, sir, do you breakfast?"
"What time is it now?"
"A quarter to ten."
"Very well, precisely at half-past ten. Debray will, perhaps, be obliged to go to the minister—and besides" (Albert looked at his ​ lets), "it is the hour I told the count, 21st May, at half-past ten; and though I do not much rely upon his promise, I wish to be punctual. Is Madame la Comtesse up yet?"
"If M. le Vicomte wishes, I will inquire."
"Yes; ask her for one of her liqueur cellarets; mine is incomplete; and tell her I shall have the honor of seeing her about three o'clock, and that I request permission to introduce some one to her."
The valet left the room. Albert threw himself on the divan, tore off the cover of two or three of the papers, looked at the playbills, made a face at perceiving they played an opera, and not a ballet; hunted vainly amongst the advertisements for a new tooth-powder of which he had heard, and threw down, one after the other, the three leading papers of Paris, muttering:
"These papers become more and more stupid every day."
A moment after, a carnage stopped before the door, and the servant announced M. Lucien Debray.
A tall young man, with light hair, clear gray eyes, and thin and compressed lips, dressed in a blue coat with gold buttons, a white neck cloth, and a tortoise-shell eye-glass, suspended by a silken thread, and which, by an effort of the superciliary and zygomatic nerves, he fixed in his eye, entered, with a half-official air, without smiling or speaking.
"Good-morning, Lucien! good-morning!" said Albert; "your punctuality really alarms me. What do I say? punctuality! You, whom I expected last, you arrive at five minutes to ten, when the time fixed was half-past! Have ministers resigned?"
"No, my dear fellow," returned the young man, seating himself on the divan; "re-assure yourself. We are tottering always, but we never fall; and I begin to believe we shall pass into a state of immobility, and then the affairs of the Peninsula will completely consolidate us."
"Ah, true! you drive Don Carlos out of Spain."
"No, no, my dear fellow, do not confound things. We take him to the other side of the French frontier, and offer him hospitality at Bourges."
"At Bourges?"
"Yes, he has not much to complain of; Bourges is the capital of Charles VII. Do you not know this? why, all Paris knew it yesterday, and the day before it had already transpired on the Bourse, and M. Danglars (I do not know by what means that man contrives to obtain intelligence as soon as we do) made a million ($200,000)!"
"And you another order, for I see you have a blue ribbon at your button-hole."
​ "Come, do not affect indifference, but confess that you are pleased to have it."
"Oh, it is very well as a finish to the toilet. It looks very neat on a black coat buttoned up."
"And makes you resemble the Prince of Wales or the Duke de Reichstadt."
"It is for that reason you see me so early."
"Because you have the order of Charles III., and you wish to announce the good news to me?"
"No, because I passed the night writing letters, five-and-twenty dispatches. I returned home at daybreak, and strove to sleep; but my head ached, and I got up to have a ride for an hour. At the Bois de Boulogne, ennui and hunger attacked me at once, two enemies who rarely accompany each other, and who are yet leagued against me, a sort of Carlist-republican alliance. I then recollected you gave a break fast this morning, and here I am. I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me."
"It is my duty as your host," returned Albert, ringing the bell, whilst Lucien turned over, with his gold-mounted cane studded with turquoises, the papers that lay on the table. "Germain, a glass of sherry and a biscuit. In the mean time, my dear Lucien, here are cigars contra band, of course; try them, and persuade the minister to sell us such instead of poisoning us with cabbage-leaves."
"Peste! I will do nothing of the kind; the moment they come from government you will find them execrable. Besides, that does not concern the home but the financial department. Address yourself to M. Humann, section of the indirect contributions, Corridor A., No. 26."
"On my word," said Albert, "you astonish me by the extent of your acquaintance. Take a cigar."
"Really, my dear count," replied Lucien, lighting a mariilla at a rose-colored taper that burned in a stand beautifully enameled, and leaning back on the divan "how happy you are to have nothing to do; you do not know your own good fortune!"
"And what would you do, my dear diplomatist," replied Morcerf, with a slight degree of irony in his voice, "if you did nothing? What! private secretary to a minister, plunged at once into European cabals and Parisian intrigues; having kings, and, better still, queens to protect, parties to unite, elections to direct; making more of your cabinet with your pen and your telegraph than Napoleon did of his battle-fields with his sword and his victories; possessing five-and-twenty thousand francs a year, besides your place; a horse, for which Chateau-Renaud offered you four hundred louis, and which you would not part with; a ​ tailor who never disappoints you; with the opera, the jockey-club, and the Varieties, can you not amuse yourself? Well, I will amuse you."
"How?"
"By introducing to you a new acquaintance."
"A man or a woman?"
"A man."
"I know so many already."
"But you do not know this man."
"Where does he come from the end of the world?"
"Farther still, perhaps."
"The devil! I hope he does not bring our breakfast with him."
"Oh, no; our breakfast comes from my mother's kitchen. Are you hungry?"
"Humiliating as such a confession is, I am. But I dined yesterday at M. de Villef ort's, and lawyers always give you very bad dinners. You would think they felt some remorse; did you ever remark that!"
"Ah! depreciate other persons' dinners; you ministers give such splendid ones."
"Yes; but we do not invite people of fashion. If we were not forced to entertain a parcel of country boobies because they think and vote with us, we should never dream of dining at home, I assure you."
"Well, take another glass of sherry and another biscuit."
"Willingly. Your Spanish wine is excellent. You see we were quite right to pacify that country."
"Yes; but Don Carlos?"
"Well, Don Carlos will drink Bordeaux, and in ten years we will marry his son to the little queen."
"You will then obtain the Golden Fleece, if you are still in the ministry."
"I think, Albert, you have adopted the system of feeding me on smoke this morning."
"Well, you must allow it is the best thing for the stomach; but I hear Beauchamp in the next room. You can dispute together, and that will pass away the time."
"About what?"
"About the papers."
"My dear friend," said Lucien, with an air of sovereign contempt, "do I ever read the papers?"
"Then you will dispute the more."
"M. Beauchamp," announced the servant.
​ "He is quite right," returned Beauchamp, "for I criticise him without knowing what he does. Good-day, commander!"
"Ah! you know that already," said the private secretary, smiling and shaking hands with him.
"Of course!"
"And what do they say of it in the world?"
"In which world? We have so many worlds in the year of grace 1838."
"In the entire political world, of which you are one of the lions."
"They say that it is quite fair; and that you sow so much red, that you must reap a little blue."
"Come, come! that is not bad!" said Lucien. "Why do you not join our party, my dear Beauchamp? With your talents you would make your fortune in three or four years."
"I only await one thing before following your advice; that is, a minister who will hold office for six months. My dear Albert, one word, for I must get poor Lucien a respite. Do we breakfast or dine 1 I must go to the Chamber, for our life is not an idle one."