He said goodbye to all of us, shaking my hand again and reminding me of the firm confidence of his handshake, then he left."Creep," muttered Vlad."I d...on't know, he seemed rather nice, in an old-fashioned sort of way," I countered."I can't believe you're really considering it," exclaimed Carla."I'm not," I protested. "It just seemed rude to decline the card."Next Friday was like Groundhog Day, another bar with Carla and Vlad, again slightly too much to drink and again striking out.The following. Now that he was aware of the growing relationship he began to notice Gabrain around the camp with Cáran. He wondered why he had not noticed it before, what it was about the girls that meant they had picked up on it before he had? The young girl was lively and full of fun. She was pretty rather than beautiful, brown haired, brown eyed and still developing the curves of a woman. Scott couldn't miss how well the youngsters got on together and he smiled at his young charge as he watched him begin. There was a bench in the front where another muscularguy sat.I was marched to the front of the bench and made to stand there. I wasstarting to get very terrified about what might happen next."Court is now in session. Is the prisoner ready to hear his charges andsentence now?"Prisoner, did he mean me and what was going to happen to me?Nervously, I nodded my head. Afraid to find out what was going to bedealt to me."You are charged with acting effeminately. This is an affront to beinga male. . "Tell me his name." Edmond Dantes."Villefort would probably have rather stood opposite the muzzle of a pistol at five-and-twenty paces than have heard this name spoken; but he did not blanch."Dantes," repeated he, "Edmond Dantes." Yes, monsieur." Villefort opened a large register, then went to a table, from the table turned to his registers, and then, turning to Morrel, --"Are you quite sure you are not mistaken, monsieur?" said he, in the most natural tone in the world.Had Morrel been a more.