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Tea
,
play
,
and
the
conversation
,
which
had
become
interesting
during
the
discussion
of
such
serious
affairs
,
lasted
till
one
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
Meanwhile
Madame
Danglars
,
veiled
and
uneasy
,
awaited
the
return
of
Debray
in
the
little
green
room
,
seated
between
two
baskets
of
flowers
,
which
she
had
that
morning
sent
,
and
which
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
Debray
had
himself
arranged
and
watered
with
so
much
care
that
his
absence
was
half
excused
in
the
eyes
of
the
poor
woman
.
At
twenty
minutes
of
twelve
,
Madame
Danglars
,
tired
of
waiting
,
returned
home
.
Women
of
a
certain
grade
are
like
prosperous
grisettes
in
one
respect
,
they
seldom
return
home
after
twelve
o'clock
.
The
baroness
returned
to
the
hotel
with
as
much
caution
as
Eugenie
used
in
leaving
it
;
she
ran
lightly
up-stairs
,
and
with
an
aching
heart
entered
her
apartment
,
contiguous
,
as
we
know
,
to
that
of
Eugenie
.
She
was
fearful
of
exciting
any
remark
,
and
believed
firmly
in
her
daughter
's
innocence
and
fidelity
to
the
paternal
roof
.
She
listened
at
Eugenie
's
door
,
and
hearing
no
sound
tried
to
enter
,
but
the
bolts
were
in
place
.
Madame
Danglars
then
concluded
that
the
young
girl
had
been
overcome
with
the
terrible
excitement
of
the
evening
,
and
had
gone
to
bed
and
to
sleep
.
She
called
the
maid
and
questioned
her
.
"
Mademoiselle
Eugenie
,
"
said
the
maid
,
"
retired
to
her
apartment
with
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
;
they
then
took
tea
together
,
after
which
they
desired
me
to
leave
,
saying
that
they
needed
me
no
longer
.
"
Since
then
the
maid
had
been
below
,
and
like
every
one
else
she
thought
the
young
ladies
were
in
their
own
room
;
Madame
Danglars
,
therefore
,
went
to
bed
without
a
shadow
of
suspicion
,
and
began
to
muse
over
the
recent
events
.
In
proportion
as
her
memory
became
clearer
,
the
occurrences
of
the
evening
were
revealed
in
their
true
light
;
what
she
had
taken
for
confusion
was
a
tumult
;
what
she
had
regarded
as
something
distressing
,
was
in
reality
a
disgrace
.
And
then
the
baroness
remembered
that
she
had
felt
no
pity
for
poor
Mercedes
,
who
had
been
afflicted
with
as
severe
a
blow
through
her
husband
and
son
.
"
Eugenie
,
"
she
said
to
herself
,
"
is
lost
,
and
so
are
we
.
The
affair
,
as
it
will
be
reported
,
will
cover
us
with
shame
;
for
in
a
society
such
as
ours
satire
inflicts
a
painful
and
incurable
wound
.
How
fortunate
that
Eugenie
is
possessed
of
that
strange
character
which
has
so
often
made
me
tremble
!
"
And
her
glance
was
turned
towards
heaven
,
where
a
mysterious
providence
disposes
all
things
,
and
out
of
a
fault
,
nay
,
even
a
vice
,
sometimes
produces
a
blessing
.
And
then
her
thoughts
,
cleaving
through
space
like
a
bird
in
the
air
,
rested
on
Cavalcanti
.
This
Andrea
was
a
wretch
,
a
robber
,
an
assassin
,
and
yet
his
manners
showed
the
effects
of
a
sort
of
education
,
if
not
a
complete
one
;
he
had
been
presented
to
the
world
with
the
appearance
of
an
immense
fortune
,
supported
by
an
honorable
name
.
How
could
she
extricate
herself
from
this
labyrinth
?
To
whom
would
she
apply
to
help
her
out
of
this
painful
situation
?
Debray
,
to
whom
she
had
run
,
with
the
first
instinct
of
a
woman
towards
the
man
she
loves
,
and
who
yet
betrays
her
--
Debray
could
but
give
her
advice
,
she
must
apply
to
some
one
more
powerful
than
he
.
The
baroness
then
thought
of
M.
de
Villefort
.
It
was
M.
de
Villefort
who
had
remorselessly
brought
misfortune
into
her
family
,
as
though
they
had
been
strangers
.
But
,
no
;
on
reflection
,
the
procureur
was
not
a
merciless
man
;
and
it
was
not
the
magistrate
,
slave
to
his
duties
,
but
the
friend
,
the
loyal
friend
,
who
roughly
but
firmly
cut
into
the
very
core
of
the
corruption
;
it
was
not
the
executioner
,
but
the
surgeon
,
who
wished
to
withdraw
the
honor
of
Danglars
from
ignominious
association
with
the
disgraced
young
man
they
had
presented
to
the
world
as
their
son-inlaw
.
And
since
Villefort
,
the
friend
of
Danglars
,
had
acted
in
this
way
,
no
one
could
suppose
that
he
had
been
previously
acquainted
with
,
or
had
lent
himself
to
,
any
of
Andrea
's
intrigues
.
Villefort
's
conduct
,
therefore
,
upon
reflection
,
appeared
to
the
baroness
as
if
shaped
for
their
mutual
advantage
.
But
the
inflexibility
of
the
procureur
should
stop
there
;
she
would
see
him
the
next
day
,
and
if
she
could
not
make
him
fail
in
his
duties
as
a
magistrate
,
she
would
,
at
least
,
obtain
all
the
indulgence
he
could
allow
.
She
would
invoke
the
past
,
recall
old
recollections
;
she
would
supplicate
him
by
the
remembrance
of
guilty
,
yet
happy
days
.
M.
de
Villefort
would
stifle
the
affair
;
he
had
only
to
turn
his
eyes
on
one
side
,
and
allow
Andrea
to
fly
,
and
follow
up
the
crime
under
that
shadow
of
guilt
called
contempt
of
court
.
And
after
this
reasoning
she
slept
easily
.
At
nine
o'clock
next
morning
she
arose
,
and
without
ringing
for
her
maid
or
giving
the
least
sign
of
her
activity
,
she
dressed
herself
in
the
same
simple
style
as
on
the
previous
night
;
then
running
down-stairs
,
she
left
the
hotel
,
walked
to
the
Rue
de
Provence
,
called
a
cab
,
and
drove
to
M.
de
Villefort
's
house
.
For
the
last
month
this
wretched
house
had
presented
the
gloomy
appearance
of
a
lazaretto
infected
with
the
plague
.
Some
of
the
apartments
were
closed
within
and
without
;
the
shutters
were
only
opened
to
admit
a
minute
's
air
,
showing
the
scared
face
of
a
footman
,
and
immediately
afterwards
the
window
would
be
closed
,
like
a
gravestone
falling
on
a
sepulchre
,
and
the
neighbors
would
say
to
each
other
in
a
low
voice
,
"
Will
there
be
another
funeral
today
at
the
procureur
's
house
?
"
Madame
Danglars
involuntarily
shuddered
at
the
desolate
aspect
of
the
mansion
;
descending
from
the
cab
,
she
approached
the
door
with
trembling
knees
,
and
rang
the
bell
.
Three
times
did
the
bell
ring
with
a
dull
,
heavy
sound
,
seeming
to
participate
,
in
the
general
sadness
,
before
the
concierge
appeared
and
peeped
through
the
door
,
which
he
opened
just
wide
enough
to
allow
his
words
to
be
heard
.
He
saw
a
lady
,
a
fashionable
,
elegantly
dressed
lady
,
and
yet
the
door
remained
almost
closed
.
