Benedetto opened the door.
"Go on, sir, I will follow you."
And as they went out, Benedetto muttered:
"You little know what you say. Your life is indeed mine, and I mean to have it."
The night was excessively dark, but Esperance felt neither rain nor wind; his fever was so great that he was not cold.
Ah! Monte-Cristo, where are you? Here is your son rushing into the most terrible danger, and you far away!
Through the darkness Esperance followed Benedetto the assassin. Suddenly it seemed to him that the obscurity was rent away like a vail.
"Where are we?" he said to his guide.
"On the bank of the Seine. We have not far to go. Are you afraid?"
Esperance did not reply to this insulting question.