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"
Ah
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
you
would
not
like
me
to
risk
taking
cold
?
"
"
But
what
am
I
to
do
?
"
"
You
?
Oh
,
you
are
young
while
I
am
beginning
to
get
old
.
Au
revoir
,
Benedetto
;
"
and
running
into
a
court
,
he
disappeared
.
"
Alas
,
"
said
Andrea
,
sighing
,
"
one
can
not
be
completely
happy
in
this
world
!
"
At
the
Place
Louis
XV
.
the
three
young
people
separated
--
that
is
to
say
,
Morrel
went
to
the
Boulevards
,
Chateau
--
Renaud
to
the
Pont
de
la
Revolution
,
and
Debray
to
the
Quai
.
Most
probably
Morrel
and
Chateau
--
Renaud
returned
to
their
"
domestic
hearths
,
"
as
they
say
in
the
gallery
of
the
Chamber
in
well-turned
speeches
,
and
in
the
theatre
of
the
Rue
Richelieu
in
well-written
pieces
;
but
it
was
not
the
case
with
Debray
.
When
he
reached
the
wicket
of
the
Louvre
,
he
turned
to
the
left
,
galloped
across
the
Carrousel
,
passed
through
the
Rue
Saint
--
Roch
,
and
,
issuing
from
the
Rue
de
la
Michodiere
,
he
arrived
at
M.
Danglars
'
door
just
at
the
same
time
that
Villefort
's
landau
,
after
having
deposited
him
and
his
wife
at
the
Faubourg
St.
Honore
,
stopped
to
leave
the
baroness
at
her
own
house
.
Debray
,
with
the
air
of
a
man
familiar
with
the
house
,
entered
first
into
the
court
,
threw
his
bridle
into
the
hands
of
a
footman
,
and
returned
to
the
door
to
receive
Madame
Danglars
,
to
whom
he
offered
his
arm
,
to
conduct
her
to
her
apartments
.
The
gate
once
closed
,
and
Debray
and
the
baroness
alone
in
the
court
,
he
asked
--
"
What
was
the
matter
with
you
,
Hermine
?
and
why
were
you
so
affected
at
that
story
,
or
rather
fable
,
which
the
count
related
?
"
"
Because
I
have
been
in
such
shocking
spirits
all
the
evening
,
my
friend
,
"
said
the
baroness
.
"
No
,
Hermine
,
"
replied
Debray
;
"
you
can
not
make
me
believe
that
;
on
the
contrary
,
you
were
in
excellent
spirits
when
you
arrived
at
the
count
's
.
M.
Danglars
was
disagreeable
,
certainly
,
but
I
know
how
much
you
care
for
his
ill-humor
.
Some
one
has
vexed
you
;
I
will
allow
no
one
to
annoy
you
.
"
"
You
are
deceived
,
Lucien
,
I
assure
you
,
"
replied
Madame
Danglars
;
"
and
what
I
have
told
you
is
really
the
case
,
added
to
the
ill-humor
you
remarked
,
but
which
I
did
not
think
it
worth
while
to
allude
to
.
"
It
was
evident
that
Madame
Danglars
was
suffering
from
that
nervous
irritability
which
women
frequently
can
not
account
for
even
to
themselves
;
or
that
,
as
Debray
had
guessed
,
she
had
experienced
some
secret
agitation
that
she
would
not
acknowledge
to
any
one
.
Being
a
man
who
knew
that
the
former
of
these
symptoms
was
one
of
the
inherent
penalties
of
womanhood
,
he
did
not
then
press
his
inquiries
,
but
waited
for
a
more
appropriate
opportunity
when
he
should
again
interrogate
her
,
or
receive
an
avowal
proprio
motu
.
At
the
door
of
her
apartment
the
baroness
met
Mademoiselle
Cornelie
,
her
confidential
maid
.
"
What
is
my
daughter
doing
?
"
asked
Madame
Danglars
.
"
She
practiced
all
the
evening
,
and
then
went
to
bed
,
"
replied
Mademoiselle
Cornelie
.
"
Yet
I
think
I
hear
her
piano
.
"
