The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Yes."

There are words which close a conversation with an iron door; such was
the count's "yes." The whole journey was performed with equal rapidity;
the thirty-two horses, dispersed over seven stages, brought them to
their destination in eight hours. At midnight they arrived at the gate
of a beautiful park. The porter was in attendance; he had been apprised
by the groom of the last stage of the count's approach. At half past two
in the morning Morcerf was conducted to his apartments, where a bath and
supper were prepared. The servant who had travelled at the back of
the carriage waited on him; Baptistin, who rode in front, attended the
count. Albert bathed, took his supper, and went to bed. All night he was
lulled by the melancholy noise of the surf. On rising, he went to his
window, which opened on a terrace, having the sea in front, and at the
back a pretty park bounded by a small forest. In a creek lay a little
sloop, with a narrow keel and high masts, bearing on its flag the Monte
Cristo arms which were a mountain on a sea azure, with a cross gules