Welcome back, everyone to 1001 Stories for the Road and the Count of Mardi Cristo.

Today, Chapter 64, The Beggar.

This is John Haggardorn, and this is 1001 Stories for the Road.

The evening passed on, Madame de Villefort expressed a desire to return to Paris,

which Madame Danglars had not dared to do, notwithstanding the uneasiness she experienced.

On his wife's request, Monsieur de Villefort was the first to give the signal of departure.

He offered a seat in his Landau to Madame Danglars that she might be under the care of his wife.

As for Monsieur Danglars, absorbed in an interesting conversation with Monsieur Cavalcante,

he paid no attention to anything that was passing.

While Marty Cristo had begged the smelling bottle of Madame de Villefort,

he had noticed the approach of Villefort to Madame Danglars,

and he soon guessed all that had passed between them,

though the words had been uttered in so low a voice as to hardly be heard by Madame Danglars.

Without opposing their arrangements, he allowed Morel, Chateau Renaud, and Debray to leave on horseback,

and the ladies in Monsieur de Villefort's carriage.

Danglars, more and more delighted with Major Cavalcanti, had offered him a seat in his carriage.

Andrea Cavalcanti found his Tilbury waiting at the door. The groom, in every respect,

a caricature of the English fashion, was standing on tiptoe to hold a large iron-gray horse.

Andrea had spoken very little during dinner. He was an intelligent lad, and he feared to utter some

absurdity before so many grand people, amongst whom,

with dilating eyes, he saw the king's attorney. Then he'd been seized upon by danglers,

who, with a rapid glance at the stiff-necked old major and his modest son, a taking into

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