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"
He
is
with
Edward
,
who
is
not
quite
well
,
"
replied
Madame
de
Villefort
,
no
longer
being
able
to
avoid
answering
.
Villefort
rushed
up-stairs
to
fetch
him
.
"
Take
this
,
"
said
Madame
de
Villefort
,
giving
her
smelling-bottle
to
Valentine
.
"
They
will
,
no
doubt
,
bleed
him
;
therefore
I
will
retire
,
for
I
can
not
endure
the
sight
of
blood
;
"
and
she
followed
her
husband
up-stairs
.
Morrel
now
emerged
from
his
hiding-place
,
where
he
had
remained
quite
unperceived
,
so
great
had
been
the
general
confusion
.
"
Go
away
as
quick
as
you
can
,
Maximilian
,
"
said
Valentine
,
"
and
stay
till
I
send
for
you
.
Go
.
"
Morrel
looked
towards
Noirtier
for
permission
to
retire
.
The
old
man
,
who
had
preserved
all
his
usual
coolness
,
made
a
sign
to
him
to
do
so
.
The
young
man
pressed
Valentine
's
hand
to
his
lips
,
and
then
left
the
house
by
a
back
staircase
.
At
the
same
moment
that
he
quitted
the
room
,
Villefort
and
the
doctor
entered
by
an
opposite
door
.
Barrois
was
now
showing
signs
of
returning
consciousness
.
The
crisis
seemed
past
,
a
low
moaning
was
heard
,
and
he
raised
himself
on
one
knee
.
D'Avrigny
and
Villefort
laid
him
on
a
couch
.
"
What
do
you
prescribe
,
doctor
?
"
demanded
Villefort
.
"
Give
me
some
water
and
ether
.
You
have
some
in
the
house
,
have
you
not
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
Send
for
some
oil
of
turpentine
and
tartar
emetic
.
"
Villefort
immediately
despatched
a
messenger
.
"
And
now
let
every
one
retire
.
"
"
Must
I
go
too
?
"
asked
Valentine
timidly
.
"
Yes
,
mademoiselle
,
you
especially
,
"
replied
the
doctor
abruptly
.
Valentine
looked
at
M.
d'Avrigny
with
astonishment
,
kissed
her
grandfather
on
the
forehead
,
and
left
the
room
.
The
doctor
closed
the
door
after
her
with
a
gloomy
air
.
"
Look
,
look
,
doctor
,
"
said
Villefort
,
"
he
is
quite
coming
round
again
;
I
really
do
not
think
,
after
all
,
it
is
anything
of
consequence
.
"
M.
d'Avrigny
answered
by
a
melancholy
smile
.
"
How
do
you
feel
,
Barrois
?
"
asked
he
.
"
A
little
better
,
sir
.
"
