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The
next
morning
Danglars
awoke
late
,
though
he
went
to
bed
so
early
;
he
had
not
slept
well
for
five
or
six
nights
,
even
if
he
had
slept
at
all
.
He
breakfasted
heartily
,
and
caring
little
,
as
he
said
,
for
the
beauties
of
the
Eternal
City
,
ordered
post-horses
at
noon
.
But
Danglars
had
not
reckoned
upon
the
formalities
of
the
police
and
the
idleness
of
the
posting-master
.
The
horses
only
arrived
at
two
o'clock
,
and
the
cicerone
did
not
bring
the
passport
till
three
.
All
these
preparations
had
collected
a
number
of
idlers
round
the
door
of
Signor
Pastrini
's
;
the
descendants
of
Marius
and
the
Gracchi
were
also
not
wanting
.
The
baron
walked
triumphantly
through
the
crowd
,
who
for
the
sake
of
gain
styled
him
"
your
excellency
.
"
As
Danglars
had
hitherto
contented
himself
with
being
called
a
baron
,
he
felt
rather
flattered
at
the
title
of
excellency
,
and
distributed
a
dozen
silver
coins
among
the
beggars
,
who
were
ready
,
for
twelve
more
,
to
call
him
"
your
highness
.
"
"
Which
road
?
"
asked
the
postilion
in
Italian
.
"
The
Ancona
road
,
"
replied
the
baron
.
Signor
Pastrini
interpreted
the
question
and
answer
,
and
the
horses
galloped
off
.
Danglars
intended
travelling
to
Venice
,
where
he
would
receive
one
part
of
his
fortune
,
and
then
proceeding
to
Vienna
,
where
he
would
find
the
rest
,
he
meant
to
take
up
his
residence
in
the
latter
town
,
which
he
had
been
told
was
a
city
of
pleasure
.
He
had
scarcely
advanced
three
leagues
out
of
Rome
when
daylight
began
to
disappear
.
Danglars
had
not
intended
starting
so
late
,
or
he
would
have
remained
;
he
put
his
head
out
and
asked
the
postilion
how
long
it
would
be
before
they
reached
the
next
town
.
"
Non
capisco
"
(
do
not
understand
)
,
was
the
reply
.
Danglars
bent
his
head
,
which
he
meant
to
imply
,
"
Very
well
.
"
The
carriage
again
moved
on
.
"
I
will
stop
at
the
first
posting-house
,
"
said
Danglars
to
himself
.
He
still
felt
the
same
self-satisfaction
which
he
had
experienced
the
previous
evening
,
and
which
had
procured
him
so
good
a
night
's
rest
.
He
was
luxuriously
stretched
in
a
good
English
calash
,
with
double
springs
;
he
was
drawn
by
four
good
horses
,
at
full
gallop
;
he
knew
the
relay
to
be
at
a
distance
of
seven
leagues
.
What
subject
of
meditation
could
present
itself
to
the
banker
,
so
fortunately
become
bankrupt
?
Danglars
thought
for
ten
minutes
about
his
wife
in
Paris
;
another
ten
minutes
about
his
daughter
travelling
with
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
;
the
same
period
was
given
to
his
creditors
,
and
the
manner
in
which
he
intended
spending
their
money
;
and
then
,
having
no
subject
left
for
contemplation
,
he
shut
his
eyes
,
and
fell
asleep
.
Now
and
then
a
jolt
more
violent
than
the
rest
caused
him
to
open
his
eyes
;
then
he
felt
that
he
was
still
being
carried
with
great
rapidity
over
the
same
country
,
thickly
strewn
with
broken
aqueducts
,
which
looked
like
granite
giants
petrified
while
running
a
race
.
But
the
night
was
cold
,
dull
,
and
rainy
,
and
it
was
much
more
pleasant
for
a
traveller
to
remain
in
the
warm
carriage
than
to
put
his
head
out
of
the
window
to
make
inquiries
of
a
postilion
whose
only
answer
was
"
Non
capisco
.
"
Danglars
therefore
continued
to
sleep
,
saying
to
himself
that
he
would
be
sure
to
awake
at
the
posting-house
.
The
carriage
stopped
.
Danglars
fancied
that
they
had
reached
the
long-desired
point
;
he
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
through
the
window
,
expecting
to
find
himself
in
the
midst
of
some
town
,
or
at
least
village
;
but
he
saw
nothing
except
what
seemed
like
a
ruin
,
where
three
or
four
men
went
and
came
like
shadows
.
Danglars
waited
a
moment
,
expecting
the
postilion
to
come
and
demand
payment
with
the
termination
of
his
stage
.
He
intended
taking
advantage
of
the
opportunity
to
make
fresh
inquiries
of
the
new
conductor
;
but
the
horses
were
unharnessed
,
and
others
put
in
their
places
,
without
any
one
claiming
money
from
the
traveller
.
Danglars
,
astonished
,
opened
the
door
;
but
a
strong
hand
pushed
him
back
,
and
the
carriage
rolled
on
.
The
baron
was
completely
roused
.
"
Eh
?
"
he
said
to
the
postilion
,
"
eh
,
mio
caro
?
"
This
was
another
little
piece
of
Italian
the
baron
had
learned
from
hearing
his
daughter
sing
Italian
duets
with
Cavalcanti
.
But
mio
caro
did
not
reply
.
Danglars
then
opened
the
window
.
