"His bullet was intended for me," said Spero. "He said he wished to strike you through the heart."
"The monster!" said Monte-Cristo, and turning to Bartolomeo, he added: "and how shall I thank you?"
"Ah!—that—does good," stammered Bartolomeo. "Count—care for—Aurora. Ah!—I am dying. Your hand—farewell—child. Italy—is—free!"
The major stretched himself out and his eyes became glassy.
Spero sobbed bitterly, and the count whispered:
"May the earth be light to you. If you have sinned, your love for your country has made atonement!"
One hour later the count, Haydee and Spero bade adieu to Aslitta and Luciola in the Café Vidiserti.
"Farewell, marquis," said the count, throwing a knowing glance at Aslitta, who held the diva in his arms.
Aslitta nodded.