"Go on!" he said.
Presently they stopped before a dark building. Not a light was to be seen. Benedetto turned to the son of Monte-Cristo.
"This is the place to which I agreed to bring you."
"Do you mean that my beloved Jane is in this house?"
"She is here."
"I cannot believe it. The whole thing is a plot!"
"Will you kindly tell me, sir," said Benedetto, "why I should take the trouble to come all this way? A half hour since we were together where no human eye could see us, nor human ear hear us. What would have prevented my attacking you then, had my intentions been sinister?"
"That is true; but tell me that you are mistaken—that my poor Jane is not here!"
At this moment shrill laughter and ribald songs came from the house near which Esperance stood.