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Debray
was
,
for
a
moment
,
surprised
,
but
immediately
recovering
himself
,
he
bowed
with
an
air
which
seemed
to
say
,
"
As
you
please
,
madame
.
"
Madame
Danglars
had
until
then
,
perhaps
,
hoped
for
something
;
but
when
she
saw
the
careless
bow
of
Debray
,
and
the
glance
by
which
it
was
accompanied
,
together
with
his
significant
silence
,
she
raised
her
head
,
and
without
passion
or
violence
or
even
hesitation
,
ran
down-stairs
,
disdaining
to
address
a
last
farewell
to
one
who
could
thus
part
from
her
.
"
Bah
,
"
said
Debray
,
when
she
had
left
,
"
these
are
fine
projects
!
She
will
remain
at
home
,
read
novels
,
and
speculate
at
cards
,
since
she
can
no
longer
do
so
on
the
Bourse
.
"
Then
taking
up
his
account
book
,
he
cancelled
with
the
greatest
care
all
the
entries
of
the
amounts
he
had
just
paid
away
.
"
I
have
1,060,000
francs
remaining
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
a
pity
Mademoiselle
de
Villefort
is
dead
!
She
suited
me
in
every
respect
,
and
I
would
have
married
her
.
"
And
he
calmly
waited
until
the
twenty
minutes
had
elapsed
after
Madame
Danglars
'
departure
before
he
left
the
house
.
During
this
time
he
occupied
himself
in
making
figures
,
with
his
watch
by
his
side
.
Asmodeus
--
that
diabolical
personage
,
who
would
have
been
created
by
every
fertile
imagination
if
Le
Sage
had
not
acquired
the
priority
in
his
great
masterpiece
--
would
have
enjoyed
a
singular
spectacle
,
if
he
had
lifted
up
the
roof
of
the
little
house
in
the
Rue
Saint
--
Germain-desPres
,
while
Debray
was
casting
up
his
figures
.
Above
the
room
in
which
Debray
had
been
dividing
two
millions
and
a
half
with
Madame
Danglars
was
another
,
inhabited
by
persons
who
have
played
too
prominent
a
part
in
the
incidents
we
have
related
for
their
appearance
not
to
create
some
interest
.
Mercedes
and
Albert
were
in
that
room
.
Mercedes
was
much
changed
within
the
last
few
days
;
not
that
even
in
her
days
of
fortune
she
had
ever
dressed
with
the
magnificent
display
which
makes
us
no
longer
able
to
recognize
a
woman
when
she
appears
in
a
plain
and
simple
attire
;
nor
indeed
,
had
she
fallen
into
that
state
of
depression
where
it
is
impossible
to
conceal
the
garb
of
misery
;
no
,
the
change
in
Mercedes
was
that
her
eye
no
longer
sparkled
,
her
lips
no
longer
smiled
,
and
there
was
now
a
hesitation
in
uttering
the
words
which
formerly
sprang
so
fluently
from
her
ready
wit
.
It
was
not
poverty
which
had
broken
her
spirit
;
it
was
not
a
want
of
courage
which
rendered
her
poverty
burdensome
.
Mercedes
,
although
deposed
from
the
exalted
position
she
had
occupied
,
lost
in
the
sphere
she
had
now
chosen
,
like
a
person
passing
from
a
room
splendidly
lighted
into
utter
darkness
,
appeared
like
a
queen
,
fallen
from
her
palace
to
a
hovel
,
and
who
,
reduced
to
strict
necessity
,
could
neither
become
reconciled
to
the
earthen
vessels
she
was
herself
forced
to
place
upon
the
table
,
nor
to
the
humble
pallet
which
had
become
her
bed
.
The
beautiful
Catalane
and
noble
countess
had
lost
both
her
proud
glance
and
charming
smile
,
because
she
saw
nothing
but
misery
around
her
;
the
walls
were
hung
with
one
of
the
gray
papers
which
economical
landlords
choose
as
not
likely
to
show
the
dirt
;
the
floor
was
uncarpeted
;
the
furniture
attracted
the
attention
to
the
poor
attempt
at
luxury
;
indeed
,
everything
offended
eyes
accustomed
to
refinement
and
elegance
.
Madame
de
Morcerf
had
lived
there
since
leaving
her
house
;
the
continual
silence
of
the
spot
oppressed
her
;
still
,
seeing
that
Albert
continually
watched
her
countenance
to
judge
the
state
of
her
feelings
,
she
constrained
herself
to
assume
a
monotonous
smile
of
the
lips
alone
,
which
,
contrasted
with
the
sweet
and
beaming
expression
that
usually
shone
from
her
eyes
,
seemed
like
"
moonlight
on
a
statue
,
"
--
yielding
light
without
warmth
.
Albert
,
too
,
was
ill
at
ease
;
the
remains
of
luxury
prevented
him
from
sinking
into
his
actual
position
.
If
he
wished
to
go
out
without
gloves
,
his
hands
appeared
too
white
;
if
he
wished
to
walk
through
the
town
,
his
boots
seemed
too
highly
polished
.
Yet
these
two
noble
and
intelligent
creatures
,
united
by
the
indissoluble
ties
of
maternal
and
filial
love
,
had
succeeded
in
tacitly
understanding
one
another
,
and
economizing
their
stores
,
and
Albert
had
been
able
to
tell
his
mother
without
extorting
a
change
of
countenance
--
"
Mother
,
we
have
no
more
money
.
"
Mercedes
had
never
known
misery
;
she
had
often
,
in
her
youth
,
spoken
of
poverty
,
but
between
want
and
necessity
,
those
synonymous
words
,
there
is
a
wide
difference
.
Amongst
the
Catalans
,
Mercedes
wished
for
a
thousand
things
,
but
still
she
never
really
wanted
any
.
So
long
as
the
nets
were
good
,
they
caught
fish
;
and
so
long
as
they
sold
their
fish
,
they
were
able
to
buy
twine
for
new
nets
.
And
then
,
shut
out
from
friendship
,
having
but
one
affection
,
which
could
not
be
mixed
up
with
her
ordinary
pursuits
,
she
thought
of
herself
--
of
no
one
but
herself
.
Upon
the
little
she
earned
she
lived
as
well
as
she
could
;
now
there
were
two
to
be
supported
,
and
nothing
to
live
upon
.
Winter
approached
.
Mercedes
had
no
fire
in
that
cold
and
naked
room
--
she
,
who
was
accustomed
to
stoves
which
heated
the
house
from
the
hall
to
the
boudoir
;
she
had
not
even
one
little
flower
--
she
whose
apartment
had
been
a
conservatory
of
costly
exotics
.
But
she
had
her
son
.
Hitherto
the
excitement
of
fulfilling
a
duty
had
sustained
them
.
Excitement
,
like
enthusiasm
,
sometimes
renders
us
unconscious
to
the
things
of
earth
.
But
the
excitement
had
calmed
down
,
and
they
felt
themselves
obliged
to
descend
from
dreams
to
reality
;
after
having
exhausted
the
ideal
,
they
found
they
must
talk
of
the
actual
.
