"Yes, she is in safety in the Count of Monte-Cristo's house."
"Heaven be praised! Now I can die calmly," whispered Aslitta.
"Nonsense! who is speaking of dying? Think of our rescue. It is not safe to remain here, and the sooner we get out of this hole the better. Where is this cell?"
"Ah, if I knew that! I have no matches, and, therefore, could not very well fix where I was."
"Good; we will find out."
Bartolomeo drew a match from his pocket, and soon a bright light illuminated the cell, without, however, revealing a consoling prospect.
"Humph!" growled the major, "it was, after all, better down there."
"But there, also, you did not find an exit."
"True; but I was, perhaps, awkward. You may do better. Let us descend."
"As if that was so easy. If one holds the scarf, the other can descend, and that's the end of the chapter," said Aslitta, calmly.