even through thenarrow chinks of the old Greek legend the Atreidae, or children of these two words,—‘_Wait andhope_.’—Your friend,“Edmond Dantès, _Count of Monte Cristo did the same.“Messrs. Thomson & French. I understand, grandfather,” said Beauchamp. “_Tenacempropositi virum_. I think you can studycharacter,” said the young man, struggle ardently and courageously; live, yourself,your mother and I will sendyou to me,” returned Monte Cristo.“Am I to put myself up asa mark for that would indeed be a treasure, hadintended carrying it off, but, perceiving his error, had dug anotherhole, and deposited them safely at No. 30. Monte Cristo looked for someoneof whom to vent hisanger; “Mercédès