"Excuse me, commander," he stammered, placing his hand on his cap, "I am overcome with joy! God be praised, now we shall find my good captain!"
"That I also hope, Coucou."
"But how is it with her ladyship, commander?" asked Coucou doubtfully; "is she satisfied?"
"Ask her yourself," said Monte-Cristo.
"Madame," Coucou said turning toward Haydee, "you have a brave husband, and as long as Coucou lives nobody shall touch a hair of his head!"
Haydee smiled amid her tears, and the count said:
"Coucou—here is my son, he will accompany us!"
"The little fellow—Sapristi—that is grand! the young gentleman is the little corporal—do you like the title, my young master?"
Spero, clapping his hand joyfully into the proffered one of the Zouave, cried out laughingly:
"I shall do my best to earn my epaulets!"