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Morrel
examined
the
ledgers
,
opened
the
portfolio
,
and
counted
the
money
.
All
his
funds
amounted
to
6,000
,
or
8,000
.
francs
,
his
bills
receivable
up
to
the
5th
to
4,000
or
5,000
,
which
,
making
the
best
of
everything
,
gave
him
14,000
.
francs
to
meet
debts
amounting
to
287,500
francs
.
He
had
not
even
the
means
for
making
a
possible
settlement
on
account
.
However
,
when
Morrel
went
down
to
his
dinner
,
he
appeared
very
calm
.
This
calmness
was
more
alarming
to
the
two
women
than
the
deepest
dejection
would
have
been
.
After
dinner
Morrel
usually
went
out
and
used
to
take
his
coffee
at
the
Phocaean
club
,
and
read
the
Semaphore
;
this
day
he
did
not
leave
the
house
,
but
returned
to
his
office
.
As
to
Cocles
,
he
seemed
completely
bewildered
.
For
part
of
the
day
he
went
into
the
court-yard
,
seated
himself
on
a
stone
with
his
head
bare
and
exposed
to
the
blazing
sun
.
Emmanuel
tried
to
comfort
the
women
,
but
his
eloquence
faltered
.
The
young
man
was
too
well
acquainted
with
the
business
of
the
house
,
not
to
feel
that
a
great
catastrophe
hung
over
the
Morrel
family
.
Night
came
,
the
two
women
had
watched
,
hoping
that
when
he
left
his
room
Morrel
would
come
to
them
,
but
they
heard
him
pass
before
their
door
,
and
trying
to
conceal
the
noise
of
his
footsteps
.
They
listened
;
he
went
into
his
sleeping-room
,
and
fastened
the
door
inside
.
Madame
Morrel
sent
her
daughter
to
bed
,
and
half
an
hour
after
Julie
had
retired
,
she
rose
,
took
off
her
shoes
,
and
went
stealthily
along
the
passage
,
to
see
through
the
keyhole
what
her
husband
was
doing
.
In
the
passage
she
saw
a
retreating
shadow
;
it
was
Julie
,
who
,
uneasy
herself
,
had
anticipated
her
mother
.
The
young
lady
went
towards
Madame
Morrel
.
"
He
is
writing
,
"
she
said
.
They
had
understood
each
other
without
speaking
.
Madame
Morrel
looked
again
through
the
keyhole
,
Morrel
was
writing
;
but
Madame
Morrel
remarked
,
what
her
daughter
had
not
observed
,
that
her
husband
was
writing
on
stamped
paper
.
The
terrible
idea
that
he
was
writing
his
will
flashed
across
her
;
she
shuddered
,
and
yet
had
not
strength
to
utter
a
word
.
Next
day
M.
Morrel
seemed
as
calm
as
ever
,
went
into
his
office
as
usual
,
came
to
his
breakfast
punctually
,
and
then
,
after
dinner
,
he
placed
his
daughter
beside
him
,
took
her
head
in
his
arms
,
and
held
her
for
a
long
time
against
his
bosom
.
In
the
evening
,
Julie
told
her
mother
,
that
although
he
was
apparently
so
calm
,
she
had
noticed
that
her
father
's
heart
beat
violently
.
The
next
two
days
passed
in
much
the
same
way
.
On
the
evening
of
the
4th
of
September
,
M.
Morrel
asked
his
daughter
for
the
key
of
his
study
.
Julie
trembled
at
this
request
,
which
seemed
to
her
of
bad
omen
.
Why
did
her
father
ask
for
this
key
which
she
always
kept
,
and
which
was
only
taken
from
her
in
childhood
as
a
punishment
?
The
young
girl
looked
at
Morrel
.
"
What
have
I
done
wrong
,
father
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
you
should
take
this
key
from
me
?
"
"
Nothing
,
my
dear
,
"
replied
the
unhappy
man
,
the
tears
starting
to
his
eyes
at
this
simple
question
--
"
nothing
,
only
I
want
it
.
"
Julie
made
a
pretence
to
feel
for
the
key
.
"
I
must
have
left
it
in
my
room
,
"
she
said
.
And
she
went
out
,
but
instead
of
going
to
her
apartment
she
hastened
to
consult
Emmanuel
.
"
Do
not
give
this
key
to
your
father
,
"
said
he
,
"
and
tomorrow
morning
,
if
possible
,
do
not
quit
him
for
a
moment
.
"
She
questioned
Emmanuel
,
but
he
knew
nothing
,
or
would
not
say
what
he
knew
.
During
the
night
,
between
the
4th
and
5th
of
September
,
Madame
Morrel
remained
listening
for
every
sound
,
and
,
until
three
o'clock
in
the
morning
,
she
heard
her
husband
pacing
the
room
in
great
agitation
.
It
was
three
o'clock
when
he
threw
himself
on
the
bed
.
The
mother
and
daughter
passed
the
night
together
.
They
had
expected
Maximilian
since
the
previous
evening
.
At
eight
o'clock
in
the
morning
Morrel
entered
their
chamber
.
He
was
calm
;
but
the
agitation
of
the
night
was
legible
in
his
pale
and
careworn
visage
.
They
did
not
dare
to
ask
him
how
he
had
slept
.
Morrel
was
kinder
to
his
wife
,
more
affectionate
to
his
daughter
,
than
he
had
ever
been
.
He
could
not
cease
gazing
at
and
kissing
the
sweet
girl
.
Julie
,
mindful
of
Emmanuel
's
request
,
was
following
her
father
when
he
quitted
the
room
,
but
he
said
to
her
quickly
--
"
Remain
with
your
mother
,
dearest
.
"
Julie
wished
to
accompany
him
.
"
I
wish
you
to
do
so
,
"
said
he
.
This
was
the
first
time
Morrel
had
ever
so
spoken
,
but
he
said
it
in
a
tone
of
paternal
kindness
,
and
Julie
did
not
dare
to
disobey
.
She
remained
at
the
same
spot
standing
mute
and
motionless
.
An
instant
afterwards
the
door
opened
,
she
felt
two
arms
encircle
her
,
and
a
mouth
pressed
her
forehead
.
She
looked
up
and
uttered
an
exclamation
of
joy
.
"
Maximilian
,
my
dearest
brother
!
"
she
cried
.
At
these
words
Madame
Morrel
rose
,
and
threw
herself
into
her
son
's
arms
.
"
Mother
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
looking
alternately
at
Madame
Morrel
and
her
daughter
,
"
what
has
occurred
--
what
has
happened
?
Your
letter
has
frightened
me
,
and
I
have
come
hither
with
all
speed
.
"
