"No, none; only Manuelita!"
"Then take her, and be happy!"
Jacopo stared yet at his master rather doubtfully.
"What is it to be, Jacopo, yes or no?"
Instead of answering, Jacopo kissed the hand of his master.
"All right, Jacopo," said Monte-Cristo. "I only require one thing of you."
"Oh, speak—speak only!"
"I know, in case I came in a few months to Marseilles, you will hesitate to accompany me."
"I hesitate, master? How can you believe that? My life belongs to you!"