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"
The
truth
is
,
"
replied
Dantes
,
"
that
I
am
too
happy
for
noisy
mirth
;
if
that
is
what
you
meant
by
your
observation
,
my
worthy
friend
,
you
are
right
;
joy
takes
a
strange
effect
at
times
,
it
seems
to
oppress
us
almost
the
same
as
sorrow
.
"
Danglars
looked
towards
Fernand
,
whose
excitable
nature
received
and
betrayed
each
fresh
impression
.
"
Why
,
what
ails
you
?
"
asked
he
of
Edmond
.
"
Do
you
fear
any
approaching
evil
?
I
should
say
that
you
were
the
happiest
man
alive
at
this
instant
.
"
"
And
that
is
the
very
thing
that
alarms
me
,
"
returned
Dantes
.
"
Man
does
not
appear
to
me
to
be
intended
to
enjoy
felicity
so
unmixed
;
happiness
is
like
the
enchanted
palaces
we
read
of
in
our
childhood
,
where
fierce
,
fiery
dragons
defend
the
entrance
and
approach
;
and
monsters
of
all
shapes
and
kinds
,
requiring
to
be
overcome
ere
victory
is
ours
.
I
own
that
I
am
lost
in
wonder
to
find
myself
promoted
to
an
honor
of
which
I
feel
myself
unworthy
--
that
of
being
the
husband
of
Mercedes
.
"
"
Nay
,
nay
!
"
cried
Caderousse
,
smiling
,
"
you
have
not
attained
that
honor
yet
.
Mercedes
is
not
yet
your
wife
.
Just
assume
the
tone
and
manner
of
a
husband
,
and
see
how
she
will
remind
you
that
your
hour
is
not
yet
come
!
"
The
bride
blushed
,
while
Fernand
,
restless
and
uneasy
,
seemed
to
start
at
every
fresh
sound
,
and
from
time
to
time
wiped
away
the
large
drops
of
perspiration
that
gathered
on
his
brow
.
"
Well
,
never
mind
that
,
neighbor
Caderousse
;
it
is
not
worth
while
to
contradict
me
for
such
a
trifle
as
that
.
'
Tis
true
that
Mercedes
is
not
actually
my
wife
;
but
,
"
added
he
,
drawing
out
his
watch
,
"
in
an
hour
and
a
half
she
will
be
.
"
A
general
exclamation
of
surprise
ran
round
the
table
,
with
the
exception
of
the
elder
Dantes
,
whose
laugh
displayed
the
still
perfect
beauty
of
his
large
white
teeth
.
Mercedes
looked
pleased
and
gratified
,
while
Fernand
grasped
the
handle
of
his
knife
with
a
convulsive
clutch
.
"
In
an
hour
?
"
inquired
Danglars
,
turning
pale
.
"
How
is
that
,
my
friend
?
"
