"Then your name is Medje?" exclaimed the count in a sudden fit of joyful inspiration.
"Yes, I am Medje," she proudly answered, throwing back her veil and revealing a countenance of superb beauty.
Coucou now hastened up, and as he beheld the young Arabian, he excitedly exclaimed:
"Medje, commander, it is Medje. Ask her where her 'little papa' is."
Medje turned deathly pale as she heard these words.
She stretched her arms toward the south and mournfully said:
"Little papa is down there, in the sultana's dungeon."
"Do you mean Captain Joliette, whom you call little papa?" asked Monte-Cristo.
"Yes."
"And the sultana is Uargla, the mysterious city?"