The Count of Monte Cristo

Testing the Draught

This reality surpassed anything Valentine had experienced. The pressure arrested her arm, and she slowly withdrew it. The figure took the glass and held it up to the night-light to test its transparency. Then the man poured out about a spoonful and drank it. Valentine witnessed this with stupefaction, expecting the vision to vanish. Instead, the man approached again and said in an agitated voice, “Now you may drink.”

Recognizing Monte Cristo

Valentine shuddered at being addressed in a living voice and was about to exclaim. The man placed his finger on her lips. “‘The Count of Monte Cristo!’ she murmured.” No doubt remained in her mind as to the scene’s reality. Her eyes started with terror, her hands trembled, and she drew the bedclothes closer. His presence seemed impossible to her shattered reason.

Preserved for Maximilian

Monte Cristo assured her he was nothing more than the tenderest father and most respectful friend she could dream of. Upon hearing “Maximilian,” the blood mounted to Valentine’s cheeks, dispelling her fear. She exclaimed the name sweetly and asked if Morrel had told him everything. The count confirmed Morrel had told him her life was his, and the count had promised she would live. When Valentine asked if he was a doctor, he replied he was the best she could have at present. She questioned where he had been watching, as she had not seen him.

The Hidden Watchman

The count extended his hand toward the library, revealing he had been hidden behind that door, which led to the next house he had rented. Valentine turned away with indignant pride and exclaimed his intrusion was unparalleled, calling his protection more like an insult. The count explained during his long watch, he observed who visited her, what nourishment and beverage were served. When the latter appeared dangerous, he entered and substituted a healthful draught for the poison, causing life to circulate in her veins instead of death.