"Oh," replied Fanfaro, laughing, "that is Bobichel."
"Bobichel?"
"Yes, he was once a clown when I was an acrobat. He amuses my little son now, by imitating the frog."
Bobichel uttered a cry of joy as he saw the party approach.
"Thank God, master," he gleefully cried, "that you are home again. Caillette, Firejaws!" he cried aloud, "he is just returned!"
A woman and a giant hurried at Bobichel's call.
Fanfaro jumped from his horse, and embraced his wife and daughter.
"Irene, have a bed prepared. The child will be intrusted to your care."
Madame Caraman carried Spero into the house. Monte-Cristo examined the patient carefully, and breathed more lightly.