"Rest satisfied with what I have told you. I am not at liberty to reveal the sorrowful past to you. But be assured that if I have ever caused you grief, it was because I am the instrument of a higher power."
"You know something about my parents. I beseech you, do not hide anything from me," implored Luciola. "I know that my father lives, and—"
"One moment," interrupted Monte-Cristo, giving Haydee a wink.
Immediately the young woman put her hand upon the boy's shoulder and led him out.
"I know that my father is doing Stock Exchange business in Germany," continued Luciola, "but my poor mother—"
"Your mother lives too," interrupted the count, sorrowfully, "though I do not know whether you will ever see her again."
"I do not understand," stammered La Luciola.
"Listen, my child, and be strong. Have you recognized the wretch who calls himself Count San Pietro?"
"Recognized? No; he is a wretch who merits the contempt of every one."