“But,” asked Dantès, “how long shall I have to wait?”
“Ah, a month—six months—a year.”
“It is too long a time. I wish to see him at once.”
“Ah,” said the jailer, “do not always brood over what is impossible, or you will be mad in a fortnight.”
“You think so?”
“Yes; we have an instance here; it was by always offering a million of francs to the governor for his liberty that an abbé became mad, who was in this chamber before you.”
“How long has he left it?”
“Two years.”
“Was he liberated, then?”