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"
As
soon
as
Gaetano
had
transmitted
this
answer
,
the
sentinel
gave
an
order
to
one
of
the
men
seated
round
the
fire
,
who
rose
and
disappeared
among
the
rocks
.
Not
a
word
was
spoken
,
every
one
seemed
occupied
,
Franz
with
his
disembarkment
,
the
sailors
with
their
sails
,
the
smugglers
with
their
goat
;
but
in
the
midst
of
all
this
carelessness
it
was
evident
that
they
mutually
observed
each
other
.
The
man
who
had
disappeared
returned
suddenly
on
the
opposite
side
to
that
by
which
he
had
left
;
he
made
a
sign
with
his
head
to
the
sentinel
,
who
,
turning
to
the
boat
,
said
,
"
S'accommodi
.
"
The
Italian
s
'
accommodi
is
untranslatable
;
it
means
at
once
,
"
Come
,
enter
,
you
are
welcome
;
make
yourself
at
home
;
you
are
the
master
.
"
It
is
like
that
Turkish
phrase
of
Moliere
's
that
so
astonished
the
bourgeois
gentleman
by
the
number
of
things
implied
in
its
utterance
.
The
sailors
did
not
wait
for
a
second
invitation
;
four
strokes
of
the
oar
brought
them
to
land
;
Gaetano
sprang
to
shore
,
exchanged
a
few
words
with
the
sentinel
,
then
his
comrades
disembarked
,
and
lastly
came
Franz
.
One
of
his
guns
was
swung
over
his
shoulder
,
Gaetano
had
the
other
,
and
a
sailor
held
his
rifle
;
his
dress
,
half
artist
,
half
dandy
,
did
not
excite
any
suspicion
,
and
,
consequently
,
no
disquietude
.
The
boat
was
moored
to
the
shore
,
and
they
advanced
a
few
paces
to
find
a
comfortable
bivouac
;
but
,
doubtless
,
the
spot
they
chose
did
not
suit
the
smuggler
who
filled
the
post
of
sentinel
,
for
he
cried
out
,
"
Not
that
way
,
if
you
please
.
"
Gaetano
faltered
an
excuse
,
and
advanced
to
the
opposite
side
,
while
two
sailors
kindled
torches
at
the
fire
to
light
them
on
their
way
.
They
advanced
about
thirty
paces
,
and
then
stopped
at
a
small
esplanade
surrounded
with
rocks
,
in
which
seats
had
been
cut
,
not
unlike
sentry-boxes
.
Around
in
the
crevices
of
the
rocks
grew
a
few
dwarf
oaks
and
thick
bushes
of
myrtles
.
Franz
lowered
a
torch
,
and
saw
by
the
mass
of
cinders
that
had
accumulated
that
he
was
not
the
first
to
discover
this
retreat
,
which
was
,
doubtless
,
one
of
the
halting-places
of
the
wandering
visitors
of
Monte
Cristo
.
As
for
his
suspicions
,
once
on
terra
firma
,
once
that
he
had
seen
the
indifferent
,
if
not
friendly
,
appearance
of
his
hosts
,
his
anxiety
had
quite
disappeared
,
or
rather
,
at
sight
of
the
goat
,
had
turned
to
appetite
.
He
mentioned
this
to
Gaetano
,
who
replied
that
nothing
could
be
more
easy
than
to
prepare
a
supper
when
they
had
in
their
boat
,
bread
,
wine
,
half
a
dozen
partridges
,
and
a
good
fire
to
roast
them
by
.
"
Besides
,
"
added
he
,
"
if
the
smell
of
their
roast
meat
tempts
you
,
I
will
go
and
offer
them
two
of
our
birds
for
a
slice
.
"
"
You
are
a
born
diplomat
,
"
returned
Franz
;
"
go
and
try
.
"
Meanwhile
the
sailors
had
collected
dried
sticks
and
branches
with
which
they
made
a
fire
.
Franz
waited
impatiently
,
inhaling
the
aroma
of
the
roasted
meat
,
when
the
captain
returned
with
a
mysterious
air
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Franz
,
"
anything
new
?
--
do
they
refuse
?
"
"
On
the
contrary
,
"
returned
Gaetano
,
"
the
chief
,
who
was
told
you
were
a
young
Frenchman
,
invites
you
to
sup
with
him
.
"
"
Well
,
"
observed
Franz
,
"
this
chief
is
very
polite
,
and
I
see
no
objection
--
the
more
so
as
I
bring
my
share
of
the
supper
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
not
that
;
he
has
plenty
,
and
to
spare
,
for
supper
;
but
he
makes
one
condition
,
and
rather
a
peculiar
one
,
before
he
will
receive
you
at
his
house
.
"
"
His
house
?
Has
he
built
one
here
,
then
?
"
