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"
Has
she
made
a
fortune
also
?
"
inquired
the
abbe
,
with
an
ironical
smile
.
"
Mercedes
is
at
this
moment
one
of
the
greatest
ladies
in
Paris
,
"
replied
Caderousse
.
"
Go
on
,
"
said
the
abbe
;
"
it
seems
as
if
I
were
listening
to
the
story
of
a
dream
.
But
I
have
seen
things
so
extraordinary
,
that
what
you
tell
me
seems
less
astonishing
than
it
otherwise
might
.
"
"
Mercedes
was
at
first
in
the
deepest
despair
at
the
blow
which
deprived
her
of
Edmond
.
I
have
told
you
of
her
attempts
to
propitiate
M.
de
Villefort
,
her
devotion
to
the
elder
Dantes
.
In
the
midst
of
her
despair
,
a
new
affliction
overtook
her
.
This
was
the
departure
of
Fernand
--
of
Fernand
,
whose
crime
she
did
not
know
,
and
whom
she
regarded
as
her
brother
.
Fernand
went
,
and
Mercedes
remained
alone
.
Three
months
passed
and
still
she
wept
--
no
news
of
Edmond
,
no
news
of
Fernand
,
no
companionship
save
that
of
an
old
man
who
was
dying
with
despair
.
One
evening
,
after
a
day
of
accustomed
vigil
at
the
angle
of
two
roads
leading
to
Marseilles
from
the
Catalans
,
she
returned
to
her
home
more
depressed
than
ever
.
Suddenly
she
heard
a
step
she
knew
,
turned
anxiously
around
,
the
door
opened
,
and
Fernand
,
dressed
in
the
uniform
of
a
sub-lieutenant
,
stood
before
her
.
It
was
not
the
one
she
wished
for
most
,
but
it
seemed
as
if
a
part
of
her
past
life
had
returned
to
her
.
Mercedes
seized
Fernand
's
hands
with
a
transport
which
he
took
for
love
,
but
which
was
only
joy
at
being
no
longer
alone
in
the
world
,
and
seeing
at
last
a
friend
,
after
long
hours
of
solitary
sorrow
.
And
then
,
it
must
be
confessed
,
Fernand
had
never
been
hated
--
he
was
only
not
precisely
loved
.
Another
possessed
all
Mercedes
'
heart
;
that
other
was
absent
,
had
disappeared
,
perhaps
was
dead
.
At
this
last
thought
Mercedes
burst
into
a
flood
of
tears
,
and
wrung
her
hands
in
agony
;
but
the
thought
,
which
she
had
always
repelled
before
when
it
was
suggested
to
her
by
another
,
came
now
in
full
force
upon
her
mind
;
and
then
,
too
,
old
Dantes
incessantly
said
to
her
,
'
Our
Edmond
is
dead
;
if
he
were
not
,
he
would
return
to
us
.
'
The
old
man
died
,
as
I
have
told
you
;
had
he
lived
,
Mercedes
,
perchance
,
had
not
become
the
wife
of
another
,
for
he
would
have
been
there
to
reproach
her
infidelity
.
Fernand
saw
this
,
and
when
he
learned
of
the
old
man
's
death
he
returned
.
He
was
now
a
lieutenant
.
At
his
first
coming
he
had
not
said
a
word
of
love
to
Mercedes
;
at
the
second
he
reminded
her
that
he
loved
her
.
Mercedes
begged
for
six
months
more
in
which
to
await
and
mourn
for
Edmond
.
"
"
So
that
,
"
said
the
abbe
,
with
a
bitter
smile
,
"
that
makes
eighteen
months
in
all
.
What
more
could
the
most
devoted
lover
desire
?
"
Then
he
murmured
the
words
of
the
English
poet
,
"
'
Frailty
,
thy
name
is
woman
.
'
"
"
Six
months
afterwards
,
"
continued
Caderousse
,
"
the
marriage
took
place
in
the
church
of
Accoules
.
"
"
The
very
church
in
which
she
was
to
have
married
Edmond
,
"
murmured
the
priest
;
"
there
was
only
a
change
of
bride-grooms
.
"
"
Well
,
Mercedes
was
married
,
"
proceeded
Caderousse
;
"
but
although
in
the
eyes
of
the
world
she
appeared
calm
,
she
nearly
fainted
as
she
passed
La
Reserve
,
where
,
eighteen
months
before
,
the
betrothal
had
been
celebrated
with
him
whom
she
might
have
known
she
still
loved
had
she
looked
to
the
bottom
of
her
heart
.
Fernand
,
more
happy
,
but
not
more
at
his
ease
--
for
I
saw
at
this
time
he
was
in
constant
dread
of
Edmond
's
return
--
Fernand
was
very
anxious
to
get
his
wife
away
,
and
to
depart
himself
.
