The Count of Monte Cristo

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within ten paces of the group formed by the five young men. He jumped
from his horse, threw the bridle on his servant's arms, and joined them.
He was pale, and his eyes were red and swollen; it was evident that he
had not slept. A shade of melancholy gravity overspread his countenance,
which was not natural to him. "I thank you, gentlemen," said he, "for
having complied with my request; I feel extremely grateful for this
mark of friendship." Morrel had stepped back as Morcerf approached, and
remained at a short distance. "And to you also, M. Morrel, my thanks are
due. Come, there cannot be too many."

"Sir," said Maximilian, "you are not perhaps aware that I am M. de Monte
Cristo's friend?"

"I was not sure, but I thought it might be so. So much the better; the
more honorable men there are here the better I shall be satisfied."

"M. Morrel," said Chateau-Renaud, "will you apprise the Count of Monte