“I had,” replied the count.
“And I know my son had good reasons to wish to fight with you, and to endeavor to kill you.”
“Yes, sir, he had very good ones; but you see that in spite of them he has not killed me, and did not even fight.”
“Yet he considered you the cause of his father’s dishonor, the cause of the fearful ruin which has fallen on my house.”
“It is true, sir,” said Monte Cristo with his dreadful calmness; “a secondary cause, but not the principal.”
“Doubtless you made, then, some apology or explanation?”
“I explained nothing, and it is he who apologized to me.”
“But to what do you attribute this conduct?”
“To the conviction, probably, that there was one more guilty than I.”
“And who was that?”