Chapter 44. The Vendetta

At what point shall I begin my story, your excellency?” asked Bertuccio. “Where you please,” returned Monte Cristo, “since I know nothing at all of it.” “I thought the Abbé Busoni had told your excellency.” “Some particulars, doubtless, but that is seven or eight years ago, and I have forgotten them.” “Then I can speak without fear of tiring your excellency.” “Go on, M. Bertuccio; you will supply the want of the evening papers.” “The story begins in 1815.” “Ah,” said Monte Cristo, “1815 is not yesterday.” “No, mons…