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"
Amen
!
"
responded
Caderousse
,
waving
his
hand
in
token
of
adieu
to
Danglars
,
and
bending
his
steps
towards
the
Allees
de
Meillan
,
moving
his
head
to
and
fro
,
and
muttering
as
he
went
,
after
the
manner
of
one
whose
mind
was
overcharged
with
one
absorbing
idea
.
"
So
far
,
then
,
"
said
Danglars
,
mentally
,
"
all
has
gone
as
I
would
have
it
.
I
am
,
temporarily
,
commander
of
the
Pharaon
,
with
the
certainty
of
being
permanently
so
,
if
that
fool
of
a
Caderousse
can
be
persuaded
to
hold
his
tongue
.
My
only
fear
is
the
chance
of
Dantes
being
released
.
But
,
there
,
he
is
in
the
hands
of
Justice
;
and
,
"
added
he
with
a
smile
,
"
she
will
take
her
own
.
"
So
saying
,
he
leaped
into
a
boat
,
desiring
to
be
rowed
on
board
the
Pharaon
,
where
M.
Morrel
had
agreed
to
meet
him
.
In
one
of
the
aristocratic
mansions
built
by
Puget
in
the
Rue
du
Grand
Cours
opposite
the
Medusa
fountain
,
a
second
marriage
feast
was
being
celebrated
,
almost
at
the
same
hour
with
the
nuptial
repast
given
by
Dantes
.
In
this
case
,
however
,
although
the
occasion
of
the
entertainment
was
similar
,
the
company
was
strikingly
dissimilar
.
Instead
of
a
rude
mixture
of
sailors
,
soldiers
,
and
those
belonging
to
the
humblest
grade
of
life
,
the
present
assembly
was
composed
of
the
very
flower
of
Marseilles
society
--
magistrates
who
had
resigned
their
office
during
the
usurper
's
reign
;
officers
who
had
deserted
from
the
imperial
army
and
joined
forces
with
Conde
;
and
younger
members
of
families
,
brought
up
to
hate
and
execrate
the
man
whom
five
years
of
exile
would
convert
into
a
martyr
,
and
fifteen
of
restoration
elevate
to
the
rank
of
a
god
.
The
guests
were
still
at
table
,
and
the
heated
and
energetic
conversation
that
prevailed
betrayed
the
violent
and
vindictive
passions
that
then
agitated
each
dweller
of
the
South
,
where
unhappily
,
for
five
centuries
religious
strife
had
long
given
increased
bitterness
to
the
violence
of
party
feeling
.
The
emperor
,
now
king
of
the
petty
Island
of
Elba
,
after
having
held
sovereign
sway
over
one-half
of
the
world
,
counting
as
his
subjects
a
small
population
of
five
or
six
thousand
souls
--
after
having
been
accustomed
to
hear
the
"
Vive
Napoleons
"
of
a
hundred
and
twenty
millions
of
human
beings
,
uttered
in
ten
different
languages
--
was
looked
upon
here
as
a
ruined
man
,
separated
forever
from
any
fresh
connection
with
France
or
claim
to
her
throne
.
The
magistrates
freely
discussed
their
political
views
;
the
military
part
of
the
company
talked
unreservedly
of
Moscow
and
Leipsic
,
while
the
women
commented
on
the
divorce
of
Josephine
.
It
was
not
over
the
downfall
of
the
man
,
but
over
the
defeat
of
the
Napoleonic
idea
,
that
they
rejoiced
,
and
in
this
they
foresaw
for
themselves
the
bright
and
cheering
prospect
of
a
revivified
political
existence
.
An
old
man
,
decorated
with
the
cross
of
Saint
Louis
,
now
rose
and
proposed
the
health
of
King
Louis
XVIII
.
It
was
the
Marquis
de
Saint
--
Meran
.
This
toast
,
recalling
at
once
the
patient
exile
of
Hartwell
and
the
peace-loving
King
of
France
,
excited
universal
enthusiasm
;
glasses
were
elevated
in
the
air
a
l'Anglais
,
and
the
ladies
,
snatching
their
bouquets
from
their
fair
bosoms
,
strewed
the
table
with
their
floral
treasures
.
In
a
word
,
an
almost
poetical
fervor
prevailed
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
the
Marquise
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
a
woman
with
a
stern
,
forbidding
eye
,
though
still
noble
and
distinguished
in
appearance
,
despite
her
fifty
years
--
"
ah
,
these
revolutionists
,
who
have
driven
us
from
those
very
possessions
they
afterwards
purchased
for
a
mere
trifle
during
the
Reign
of
Terror
,
would
be
compelled
to
own
,
were
they
here
,
that
all
true
devotion
was
on
our
side
,
since
we
were
content
to
follow
the
fortunes
of
a
falling
monarch
,
while
they
,
on
the
contrary
,
made
their
fortune
by
worshipping
the
rising
sun
;
yes
,
yes
,
they
could
not
help
admitting
that
the
king
,
for
whom
we
sacrificed
rank
,
wealth
,
and
station
was
truly
our
'
Louis
the
well-beloved
,
'
while
their
wretched
usurper
his
been
,
and
ever
will
be
,
to
them
their
evil
genius
,
their
'
Napoleon
the
accursed
.
'
Am
I
not
right
,
Villefort
?
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
madame
.
I
really
must
pray
you
to
excuse
me
,
but
--
in
truth
--
I
was
not
attending
to
the
conversation
.
"
"
Marquise
,
marquise
!
"
interposed
the
old
nobleman
who
had
proposed
the
toast
,
"
let
the
young
people
alone
;
let
me
tell
you
,
on
one
's
wedding
day
there
are
more
agreeable
subjects
of
conversation
than
dry
politics
.
"
