"Are you injured?"
The diva trembled when she heard the voice, and blushing deeply, she hastily replied:
"No, thank God, I am not hurt. The coolness of the Vicomte of Monte-Cristo prevented a misfortune."
The vicomte, too, trembled when he heard the unknown's words, for he felt certain that the voice was the same as that which had given him the mysterious warning.
The man bowed respectfully to the vicomte, and Jane, turning to Spero, said in cordial tones:
"Complete your good work, vicomte, and conduct me to my carriage."
Spero laid her little hand upon his arm and led her out. As Spero assisted her in the carriage she bowed again to him and whispered:
"I hope we shall see each other again."
Jane's companion looked at the vicomte in an embarrassed way; he evidently wished to say something to him, but had not the courage to do so. The next minute the horses started and the carriage rolled away.