"Calm yourself, Eugenie," said the Count. "Aslitta must be spared for the present any excitement! Leave him to me, he will soon recover."
"Oh, you have performed a miracle," said Luciola, enthusiastically.
Monte-Cristo bowed his head and a tear glistened in his eye.
It was in memory of his friend and teacher, the Abbe Faria.
Sante-Croce looked wonderingly at the count.
"You are a god!" he exclaimed; "forgive the words I spoke before."
"I have nothing to forgive," replied the count, gently; "I have only to keep what I have promised. Spero, come here."
"Here I am, papa," called the boy.
"Good, my son. You know your duty. Accompany the patriots; take my place until Aslitta's condition permits me to relieve you."