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"
No
,
I
do
not
,
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
,
without
even
knowing
of
what
or
to
whom
he
was
speaking
,
so
much
was
he
occupied
in
watching
Morrel
,
who
was
holding
his
breath
with
emotion
.
"
The
discourse
is
over
;
farewell
,
gentlemen
,
"
said
the
count
.
And
he
disappeared
without
anyone
seeing
whither
he
went
.
The
funeral
being
over
,
the
guests
returned
to
Paris
.
Chateau
--
Renaud
looked
for
a
moment
for
Morrel
;
but
while
they
were
watching
the
departure
of
the
count
,
Morrel
had
quitted
his
post
,
and
Chateau
--
Renaud
,
failing
in
his
search
,
joined
Debray
and
Beauchamp
.
Monte
Cristo
concealed
himself
behind
a
large
tomb
and
awaited
the
arrival
of
Morrel
,
who
by
degrees
approached
the
tomb
now
abandoned
by
spectators
and
workmen
.
Morrel
threw
a
glance
around
,
but
before
it
reached
the
spot
occupied
by
Monte
Cristo
the
latter
had
advanced
yet
nearer
,
still
unperceived
.
The
young
man
knelt
down
.
The
count
,
with
outstretched
neck
and
glaring
eyes
,
stood
in
an
attitude
ready
to
pounce
upon
Morrel
upon
the
first
occasion
.
Morrel
bent
his
head
till
it
touched
the
stone
,
then
clutching
the
grating
with
both
hands
,
he
murmured
--
"
Oh
,
Valentine
!
"
The
count
's
heart
was
pierced
by
the
utterance
of
these
two
words
;
he
stepped
forward
,
and
touching
the
young
man
's
shoulder
,
said
--
"
I
was
looking
for
you
,
my
friend
.
"
Monte
Cristo
expected
a
burst
of
passion
,
but
he
was
deceived
,
for
Morrel
turning
round
,
said
calmly
--
"
You
see
I
was
praying
.
"
The
scrutinizing
glance
of
the
count
searched
the
young
man
from
head
to
foot
.
He
then
seemed
more
easy
.
"
Shall
I
drive
you
back
to
Paris
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
,
thank
you
.
"
"
Do
you
wish
anything
?
"
"
Leave
me
to
pray
.
"
The
count
withdrew
without
opposition
,
but
it
was
only
to
place
himself
in
a
situation
where
he
could
watch
every
movement
of
Morrel
,
who
at
length
arose
,
brushed
the
dust
from
his
knees
,
and
turned
towards
Paris
,
without
once
looking
back
.
He
walked
slowly
down
the
Rue
de
la
Roquette
.
The
count
,
dismissing
his
carriage
,
followed
him
about
a
hundred
paces
behind
.
Maximilian
crossed
the
canal
and
entered
the
Rue
Meslay
by
the
boulevards
.
Five
minutes
after
the
door
had
been
closed
on
Morrel
's
entrance
,
it
was
again
opened
for
the
count
.
Julie
was
at
the
entrance
of
the
garden
,
where
she
was
attentively
watching
Penelon
,
who
,
entering
with
zeal
into
his
profession
of
gardener
,
was
very
busy
grafting
some
Bengal
roses
.
"
Ah
,
count
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
with
the
delight
manifested
by
every
member
of
the
family
whenever
he
visited
the
Rue
Meslay
.
"
Maximilian
has
just
returned
,
has
he
not
,
madame
?
"
asked
the
count
.
"
Yes
,
I
think
I
saw
him
pass
;
but
pray
,
call
Emmanuel
.
"
