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"
Well
,
it
is
one
of
his
descendants
,
and
a
great
friend
of
mine
;
he
is
a
very
rich
Englishman
,
eccentric
almost
to
insanity
,
and
his
real
name
is
Lord
Wilmore
.
"
"
Ah
,
indeed
?
Then
that
explains
everything
that
is
extraordinary
,
"
said
Andrea
.
"
He
is
,
then
,
the
same
Englishman
whom
I
met
--
at
--
ah
--
yes
,
indeed
.
Well
,
monsieur
,
I
am
at
your
service
.
"
"
If
what
you
say
be
true
,
"
replied
the
count
,
smiling
,
"
perhaps
you
will
be
kind
enough
to
give
me
some
account
of
yourself
and
your
family
?
"
"
Certainly
,
I
will
do
so
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
with
a
quickness
which
gave
proof
of
his
ready
invention
.
"
I
am
(
as
you
have
said
)
the
Count
Andrea
Cavalcanti
,
son
of
Major
Bartolomeo
Cavalcanti
,
a
descendant
of
the
Cavalcanti
whose
names
are
inscribed
in
the
golden
book
at
Florence
.
Our
family
,
although
still
rich
(
for
my
father
's
income
amounts
to
half
a
million
)
,
has
experienced
many
misfortunes
,
and
I
myself
was
,
at
the
age
of
five
years
,
taken
away
by
the
treachery
of
my
tutor
,
so
that
for
fifteen
years
I
have
not
seen
the
author
of
my
existence
.
Since
I
have
arrived
at
years
of
discretion
and
become
my
own
master
,
I
have
been
constantly
seeking
him
,
but
all
in
vain
.
At
length
I
received
this
letter
from
your
friend
,
which
states
that
my
father
is
in
Paris
,
and
authorizes
me
to
address
myself
to
you
for
information
respecting
him
.
"
"
Really
,
all
you
have
related
to
me
is
exceedingly
interesting
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
observing
the
young
man
with
a
gloomy
satisfaction
;
"
and
you
have
done
well
to
conform
in
everything
to
the
wishes
of
my
friend
Sinbad
;
for
your
father
is
indeed
here
,
and
is
seeking
you
.
"
The
count
from
the
moment
of
first
entering
the
drawing-room
,
had
not
once
lost
sight
of
the
expression
of
the
young
man
's
countenance
;
he
had
admired
the
assurance
of
his
look
and
the
firmness
of
his
voice
;
but
at
these
words
,
so
natural
in
themselves
,
"
Your
father
is
indeed
here
,
and
is
seeking
you
,
"
young
Andrea
started
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
My
father
?
Is
my
father
here
?
"
"
Most
undoubtedly
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
;
"
your
father
,
Major
Bartolomeo
Cavalcanti
.
"
The
expression
of
terror
which
,
for
the
moment
,
had
overspread
the
features
of
the
young
man
,
had
now
disappeared
.
"
Ah
,
yes
,
that
is
the
name
,
certainly
.
Major
Bartolomeo
Cavalcanti
.
And
you
really
mean
to
say
;
monsieur
,
that
my
dear
father
is
here
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
;
and
I
can
even
add
that
I
have
only
just
left
his
company
.
The
history
which
he
related
to
me
of
his
lost
son
touched
me
to
the
quick
;
indeed
,
his
griefs
,
hopes
,
and
fears
on
that
subject
might
furnish
material
for
a
most
touching
and
pathetic
poem
.
At
length
,
he
one
day
received
a
letter
,
stating
that
the
abductors
of
his
son
now
offered
to
restore
him
,
or
at
least
to
give
notice
where
he
might
be
found
,
on
condition
of
receiving
a
large
sum
of
money
,
by
way
of
ransom
.
Your
father
did
not
hesitate
an
instant
,
and
the
sum
was
sent
to
the
frontier
of
Piedmont
,
with
a
passport
signed
for
Italy
.
You
were
in
the
south
of
France
,
I
think
?
"
