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"You perceive then the utter impossibility of escaping through your dungeon?""Then," pursued the young man eagerly --

"Then," answered the elder prisoner, "the will of God be done!" and as the old man slowly pronounced those words, an air of profound resignation spread itself over his careworn countenance.Dantes gazed on the man who could thus philosophically resign hopes so long and ardently nourished with an astonishment mingled with admiration.

"Tell me, I entreat of you, who and what you are?" said he at length; "never have I met with so remarkable a person as yourself.""Willingly," answered the stranger; "if, indeed, you feel any curiosity respecting one, now, alas, powerless to aid you in any way.""Say not so; you can console and support me by the strength of your own powerful mind.Pray let me know who you really are?"The stranger smiled a melancholy smile."Then listen," said he."l am the Abbe Faria, and have been imprisoned as you know in this Chateau d'If since the year 1811; previously to which I had been confined for three years in the fortress of Fenestrelle.In the year 1811 I was transferred to Piedmont in France.It was at this period I learned that the destiny which seemed subservient to every wish formed by Napoleon, had bestowed on him a son, named king of Rome even in his cradle.I was very far then from expecting the change you have just informed me of; namely, that four years afterwards, this colossus of power would be overthrown.Then who reigns in France at this moment -- Napoleon II.?""No, Louis XVIII."

"The brother of Louis XVII.! How inscrutable are the ways of providence -- for what great and mysterious purpose has it pleased heaven to abase the man once so elevated, and raise up him who was so abased?"Dantes, whole attention was riveted on a man who could thus forget his own misfortunes while occupying himself with the destinies of others.

"Yes, yes," continued he, "'Twill be the same as it was in England.After Charles I., Cromwell; after Cromwell, Charles II., and then James II., and then some son-in-law or relation, some Prince of Orange, a stadtholder who becomes a king.Then new concessions to the people, then a constitution, then liberty.Ah, my friend!" said the abbe, turning towards Dantes, and surveying him with the kindling gaze of a prophet, "you are young, you will see all this come to pass.""Probably, if ever I get out of prison!"

"True," replied Faria, "we are prisoners; but I forget this sometimes, and there are even moments when my mental vision transports me beyond these walls, and I fancy myself at liberty.""But wherefore are you here?"

"Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon tried to realize in 1811; because, like Machiavelli, I desired to alter the political face of Italy, and instead of allowing it to be split up into a quantity of petty principalities, each held by some weak or tyrannical ruler, I sought to form one large, compact, and powerful empire; and, lastly, because I fancied I had found my Caesar Borgia in a crowned simpleton, who feigned to enter into my views only to betray me.It was the plan of Alexander VI.and Clement VII., but it will never succeed now, for they attempted it fruitlessly, and Napoleon was unable to complete his work.

Italy seems fated to misfortune." And the old man bowed his head.

Dantes could not understand a man risking his life for such matters.Napoleon certainly he knew something of, inasmuch as he had seen and spoken with him; but of Clement VII.and Alexander VI.he knew nothing.

"Are you not," he asked, "the priest who here in the Chateau d'If is generally thought to be -- ill?""Mad, you mean, don't you?"

"I did not like to say so," answered Dantes, smiling.

"Well, then," resumed Faria with a bitter smile, "let me answer your question in full, by acknowledging that I am the poor mad prisoner of the Chateau d'If, for many years permitted to amuse the different visitors with what is said to be my insanity; and, in all probability, I should be promoted to the honor of making sport for the children, if such innocent beings could be found in an abode devoted like this to suffering and despair."Dantes remained for a short time mute and motionless; at length he said, -- "Then you abandon all hope of escape?""I perceive its utter impossibility; and I consider it impious to attempt that which the Almighty evidently does not approve.""Nay, be not discouraged.Would it not be expecting too much to hope to succeed at your first attempt? Why not try to find an opening in another direction from that which has so unfortunately failed?""Alas, it shows how little notion you can have of all it has cost me to effect a purpose so unexpectedly frustrated, that you talk of beginning over again.In the first place, I was four years making the tools I possess, and have been two years scraping and digging out earth, hard as granite itself; then what toil and fatigue has it not been to remove huge stones I should once have deemed impossible to loosen.