Jon Hagadorn

He to whom you have confided your destiny, he from whom death would have separated you, calls you to him.

Happily, I vanquished death.

Henceforth, Valentine, you will never again be separated on earth, since he has rushed into death to find you.

Without me, you would both have died.

May God accept my atonement in the preservation of these two existences."

Valentine seized the Count's hand, and then her irresistible impulse of joy carried it to her lips.

"'Oh, thank me again,' said the Count.

"'Tell me you are weary, that I have restored you to happiness.

You do not know how much I require this assurance.'

"'Oh, yes, yes, I thank you with all my heart,' said Valentine.

"'And if you doubt the sincerity of my gratitude, oh, then, ask Haiti.

Ask my beloved sister Haiti, who ever since our departure from France has caused me to wait patiently for this happy day, while talking to me of you.'

"'You then love Haiti?'

asked Monte Cristo, with an emotion he in vain endeavored to dissimulate.

"'Oh, yes, with all my soul.'

"'Well, then, listen, Valentine,' said the Count, "'I have a favor to ask of you.'

"'Of me?

Oh, I am happy enough for that.'

"'Yes, you have called Hayide your sister.

Let her become so, indeed, Valentine.