The Count of Monte Cristo

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"My stables are at your command, viscount; but you will kill yourself by
riding on horseback. Take a post-chaise or a carriage."

"No, it would delay me, and I need the fatigue you warn me of; it will
do me good." Albert reeled as if he had been shot, and fell on a chair
near the door. Monte Cristo did not see this second manifestation of
physical exhaustion; he was at the window, calling, "Ali, a horse for
M. de Morcerf--quick! he is in a hurry!" These words restored Albert;
he darted from the room, followed by the count. "Thank you!" cried he,
throwing himself on his horse. "Return as soon as you can, Florentin.
Must I use any password to procure a horse?"

"Only dismount; another will be immediately saddled." Albert hesitated a
moment. "You may think my departure strange and foolish," said the young
man; "you do not know how a paragraph in a newspaper may exasperate one.
Read that," said he, "when I am gone, that you may not be witness of my
anger."