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"
Hush
,
the
curtain
is
rising
.
Listen
!
I
never
lose
a
note
of
this
opera
if
I
can
avoid
it
;
the
music
of
William
Tell
is
so
sweet
.
"
Monte
Cristo
waited
,
according
to
his
usual
custom
,
until
Duprez
had
sung
his
famous
"
Suivez-moi
;
"
then
he
rose
and
went
out
.
Morrel
took
leave
of
him
at
the
door
,
renewing
his
promise
to
be
with
him
the
next
morning
at
seven
o'clock
,
and
to
bring
Emmanuel
.
Then
he
stepped
into
his
coupe
,
calm
and
smiling
,
and
was
at
home
in
five
minutes
.
No
one
who
knew
the
count
could
mistake
his
expression
when
,
on
entering
,
he
said
,
"
Ali
,
bring
me
my
pistols
with
the
ivory
cross
.
"
Ali
brought
the
box
to
his
master
,
who
examined
the
weapons
with
a
solicitude
very
natural
to
a
man
who
is
about
to
intrust
his
life
to
a
little
powder
and
shot
.
These
were
pistols
of
an
especial
pattern
,
which
Monte
Cristo
had
had
made
for
target
practice
in
his
own
room
.
A
cap
was
sufficient
to
drive
out
the
bullet
,
and
from
the
adjoining
room
no
one
would
have
suspected
that
the
count
was
,
as
sportsmen
would
say
,
keeping
his
hand
in
.
He
was
just
taking
one
up
and
looking
for
the
point
to
aim
at
on
a
little
iron
plate
which
served
him
as
a
target
,
when
his
study
door
opened
,
and
Baptistin
entered
.
Before
he
had
spoken
a
word
,
the
count
saw
in
the
next
room
a
veiled
woman
,
who
had
followed
closely
after
Baptistin
,
and
now
,
seeing
the
count
with
a
pistol
in
his
hand
and
swords
on
the
table
,
rushed
in
.
Baptistin
looked
at
his
master
,
who
made
a
sign
to
him
,
and
he
went
out
,
closing
the
door
after
him
.
"
Who
are
you
,
madame
?
"
said
the
count
to
the
veiled
woman
.
The
stranger
cast
one
look
around
her
,
to
be
certain
that
they
were
quite
alone
;
then
bending
as
if
she
would
have
knelt
,
and
joining
her
hands
,
she
said
with
an
accent
of
despair
,
"
Edmond
,
you
will
not
kill
my
son
?
"
The
count
retreated
a
step
,
uttered
a
slight
exclamation
,
and
let
fall
the
pistol
he
held
.
"
What
name
did
you
pronounce
then
,
Madame
de
Morcerf
?
"
said
he
.
"
Yours
!
"
cried
she
,
throwing
back
her
veil
--
"
yours
,
which
I
alone
,
perhaps
,
have
not
forgotten
.
Edmond
,
it
is
not
Madame
de
Morcerf
who
is
come
to
you
,
it
is
Mercedes
.
"
"
Mercedes
is
dead
,
madame
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
;
"
I
know
no
one
now
of
that
name
.
"
"
Mercedes
lives
,
sir
,
and
she
remembers
,
for
she
alone
recognized
you
when
she
saw
you
,
and
even
before
she
saw
you
,
by
your
voice
,
Edmond
--
by
the
simple
sound
of
your
voice
;
and
from
that
moment
she
has
followed
your
steps
,
watched
you
,
feared
you
,
and
she
needs
not
to
inquire
what
hand
has
dealt
the
blow
which
now
strikes
M.
de
Morcerf
.
"
"
Fernand
,
do
you
mean
?
"
replied
Monte
Cristo
,
with
bitter
irony
;
"
since
we
are
recalling
names
,
let
us
remember
them
all
.
"
Monte
Cristo
had
pronounced
the
name
of
Fernand
with
such
an
expression
of
hatred
that
Mercedes
felt
a
thrill
of
horror
run
through
every
vein
.
"
You
see
,
Edmond
,
I
am
not
mistaken
,
and
have
cause
to
say
,
'
Spare
my
son
!
'
"
"
And
who
told
you
,
madame
,
that
I
have
any
hostile
intentions
against
your
son
?
"
"
No
one
,
in
truth
;
but
a
mother
has
twofold
sight
.
I
guessed
all
;
I
followed
him
this
evening
to
the
opera
,
and
,
concealed
in
a
parquet
box
,
have
seen
all
.
"
