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"
Yes
,
let
us
strive
,
for
you
ought
to
live
,
and
to
be
happy
,
Albert
.
"
"
And
so
our
division
is
made
,
mother
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
affecting
ease
of
mind
.
"
We
can
now
part
;
come
,
I
shall
engage
your
passage
.
"
"
And
you
,
my
dear
boy
?
"
"
I
shall
stay
here
for
a
few
days
longer
;
we
must
accustom
ourselves
to
parting
.
I
want
recommendations
and
some
information
relative
to
Africa
.
I
will
join
you
again
at
Marseilles
.
"
"
Well
,
be
it
so
--
let
us
part
,
"
said
Mercedes
,
folding
around
her
shoulders
the
only
shawl
she
had
taken
away
,
and
which
accidentally
happened
to
be
a
valuable
black
cashmere
.
Albert
gathered
up
his
papers
hastily
,
rang
the
bell
to
pay
the
thirty
francs
he
owed
to
the
landlord
,
and
offering
his
arm
to
his
mother
,
they
descended
the
stairs
.
Some
one
was
walking
down
before
them
,
and
this
person
,
hearing
the
rustling
of
a
silk
dress
,
turned
around
.
"
Debray
!
"
muttered
Albert
.
"
You
,
Morcerf
?
"
replied
the
secretary
,
resting
on
the
stairs
.
Curiosity
had
vanquished
the
desire
of
preserving
his
incognito
,
and
he
was
recognized
.
It
was
,
indeed
,
strange
in
this
unknown
spot
to
find
the
young
man
whose
misfortunes
had
made
so
much
noise
in
Paris
.
"
Morcerf
!
"
repeated
Debray
.
Then
noticing
in
the
dim
light
the
still
youthful
and
veiled
figure
of
Madame
de
Morcerf
:
--
"
Pardon
me
,
"
he
added
with
a
smile
,
"
I
leave
you
,
Albert
.
"
Albert
understood
his
thoughts
.
"
Mother
,
"
he
said
,
turning
towards
Mercedes
,
"
this
is
M.
Debray
,
secretary
of
the
minister
for
the
interior
,
once
a
friend
of
mine
.
"
"
How
once
?
"
stammered
Debray
;
"
what
do
you
mean
?
"
"
I
say
so
,
M.
Debray
,
because
I
have
no
friends
now
,
and
I
ought
not
to
have
any
.
I
thank
you
for
having
recognized
me
,
sir
.
"
Debray
stepped
forward
,
and
cordially
pressed
the
hand
of
his
interlocutor
.
"
Believe
me
,
dear
Albert
,
"
he
said
,
with
all
the
emotion
he
was
capable
of
feeling
--
"
believe
me
,
I
feel
deeply
for
your
misfortunes
,
and
if
in
any
way
I
can
serve
you
,
I
am
yours
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
,
"
said
Albert
,
smiling
.
"
In
the
midst
of
our
misfortunes
,
we
are
still
rich
enough
not
to
require
assistance
from
any
one
.
We
are
leaving
Paris
,
and
when
our
journey
is
paid
,
we
shall
have
5,000
francs
left
