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"Sir," said Albert, at first with a tremulous voice, but which gradually because firmer, "I reproached you with exposing the conduct of M.de Morcerf in Epirus, for guilty as I knew he was, I thought you had no right to punish him;but I have since learned that you had that right.It is not Fernand Mondego's treachery towards Ali Pasha which induces me so readily to excuse you, but the treachery of the fisherman Fernand towards you, and the almost unheard-of miseries which were its consequences; and I say, and proclaim it publicly, that you were justified in revenging yourself on my father, and I, his son, thank you for not using greater severity."Had a thunderbolt fallen in the midst of the spectators of this unexpected scene, it would not have surprised them more than did Albert's declaration.As for Monte Cristo, his eyes slowly rose towards heaven with an expression of infinite gratitude.He could not understand how Albert's fiery nature, of which he had seen so much among the Roman bandits, had suddenly stooped to this humiliation.He recognized the influence of Mercedes, and saw why her noble heart had not opposed the sacrifice she knew beforehand would be useless."Now, sir," said Albert, "if you think my apology sufficient, pray give me your hand.Next to the merit of infallibility which you appear to possess, I rank that of candidly acknowledging a fault.But this confession concerns me only.I acted well as a man, but you have acted better than man.An angel alone could have saved one of us from death -- that angel came from heaven, if not to make us friends (which, alas, fatality renders impossible), at least to make us esteem each other."Monte Cristo, with moistened eye, heaving breast, and lips half open, extended to Albert a hand which the latter pressed with a sentiment resembling respectful fear.

"Gentlemen," said he, "M.de Monte Cristo receives my apology.I had acted hastily towards him.Hasty actions are generally bad ones.Now my fault is repaired.I hope the world will not call me cowardly for acting as my conscience dictated.But if any one should entertain a false opinion of me," added he, drawing himself up as if he would challenge both friends and enemies, "I shall endeavor to correct his mistake.""What happened during the night?" asked Beauchamp of Chateau-Renaud; "we appear to make a very sorry figure here.""In truth, what Albert has just done is either very despicable or very noble," replied the baron.

"What can it mean?" said Debray to Franz."The Count of Monte Cristo acts dishonorably to M.de Morcerf, and is justified by his son! Had I ten Yaninas in my family, Ishould only consider myself the more bound to fight ten times." As for Monte Cristo, his head was bent down, his arms were powerless.Bowing under the weight of twenty-four years' reminiscences, he thought not of Albert, of Beauchamp, of Chateau-Renaud, or of any of that group; but he thought of that courageous woman who had come to plead for her son's life, to whom he had offered his, and who had now saved it by the revelation of a dreadful family secret, capable of destroying forever in that young man's heart every feeling of filial piety.

"Providence still," murmured he; "now only am I fully convinced of being the emissary of God!"