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Morrel
went
also
to
the
notary
,
who
confirmed
the
news
that
the
contract
was
to
be
signed
that
evening
.
Then
he
went
to
call
on
Monte
Cristo
and
heard
still
more
.
Franz
had
been
to
announce
the
ceremony
,
and
Madame
de
Villefort
had
also
written
to
beg
the
count
to
excuse
her
not
inviting
him
;
the
death
of
M.
de
Saint
--
Meran
and
the
dangerous
illness
of
his
widow
would
cast
a
gloom
over
the
meeting
which
she
would
regret
should
be
shared
by
the
count
whom
she
wished
every
happiness
.
The
day
before
Franz
had
been
presented
to
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
,
who
had
left
her
bed
to
receive
him
,
but
had
been
obliged
to
return
to
it
immediately
after
.
It
is
easy
to
suppose
that
Morrel
's
agitation
would
not
escape
the
count
's
penetrating
eye
.
Monte
Cristo
was
more
affectionate
than
ever
--
indeed
,
his
manner
was
so
kind
that
several
times
Morrel
was
on
the
point
of
telling
him
all
.
But
he
recalled
the
promise
he
had
made
to
Valentine
,
and
kept
his
secret
.
The
young
man
read
Valentine
's
letter
twenty
times
in
the
course
of
the
day
.
It
was
her
first
,
and
on
what
an
occasion
!
Each
time
he
read
it
he
renewed
his
vow
to
make
her
happy
.
How
great
is
the
power
of
a
woman
who
has
made
so
courageous
a
resolution
!
What
devotion
does
she
deserve
from
him
for
whom
she
has
sacrificed
everything
!
How
ought
she
really
to
be
supremely
loved
!
She
becomes
at
once
a
queen
and
a
wife
,
and
it
is
impossible
to
thank
and
love
her
sufficiently
.
Morrel
longed
intensely
for
the
moment
when
he
should
hear
Valentine
say
,
"
Here
I
am
,
Maximilian
;
come
and
help
me
.
"
He
had
arranged
everything
for
her
escape
;
two
ladders
were
hidden
in
the
clover-field
;
a
cabriolet
was
ordered
for
Maximilian
alone
,
without
a
servant
,
without
lights
;
at
the
turning
of
the
first
street
they
would
light
the
lamps
,
as
it
would
be
foolish
to
attract
the
notice
of
the
police
by
too
many
precautions
.
Occasionally
he
shuddered
;
he
thought
of
the
moment
when
,
from
the
top
of
that
wall
,
he
should
protect
the
descent
of
his
dear
Valentine
,
pressing
in
his
arms
for
the
first
time
her
of
whom
he
had
yet
only
kissed
the
delicate
hand
.
When
the
afternoon
arrived
and
he
felt
that
the
hour
was
drawing
near
,
he
wished
for
solitude
,
his
agitation
was
extreme
;
a
simple
question
from
a
friend
would
have
irritated
him
.
He
shut
himself
in
his
room
,
and
tried
to
read
,
but
his
eye
glanced
over
the
page
without
understanding
a
word
,
and
he
threw
away
the
book
,
and
for
the
second
time
sat
down
to
sketch
his
plan
,
the
ladders
and
the
fence
.
At
length
the
hour
drew
near
.
Never
did
a
man
deeply
in
love
allow
the
clocks
to
go
on
peacefully
.
Morrel
tormented
his
so
effectually
that
they
struck
eight
at
half-past
six
.
He
then
said
,
"
It
is
time
to
start
;
the
signature
was
indeed
fixed
to
take
place
at
nine
o'clock
,
but
perhaps
Valentine
will
not
wait
for
that
.
"
Consequently
,
Morrel
,
having
left
the
Rue
Meslay
at
half-past
eight
by
his
timepiece
,
entered
the
clover-field
while
the
clock
of
Saint
--
Phillippe
du
Roule
was
striking
eight
.
The
horse
and
cabriolet
were
concealed
behind
a
small
ruin
,
where
Morrel
had
often
waited
.
The
night
gradually
drew
on
,
and
the
foliage
in
the
garden
assumed
a
deeper
hue
.
Then
Morrel
came
out
from
his
hiding-place
with
a
beating
heart
,
and
looked
through
the
small
opening
in
the
gate
;
there
was
yet
no
one
to
be
seen
.
The
clock
struck
half-past
eight
,
and
still
another
half-hour
was
passed
in
waiting
,
while
Morrel
walked
to
and
fro
,
and
gazed
more
and
more
frequently
through
the
opening
.
The
garden
became
darker
still
,
but
in
the
darkness
he
looked
in
vain
for
the
white
dress
,
and
in
the
silence
he
vainly
listened
for
the
sound
of
footsteps
.
The
house
,
which
was
discernible
through
the
trees
,
remained
in
darkness
,
and
gave
no
indication
that
so
important
an
event
as
the
signature
of
a
marriage-contract
was
going
on
.
Morrel
looked
at
his
watch
,
which
wanted
a
quarter
to
ten
;
but
soon
the
same
clock
he
had
already
heard
strike
two
or
three
times
rectified
the
error
by
striking
half-past
nine
.
This
was
already
half
an
hour
past
the
time
Valentine
had
fixed
.
It
was
a
terrible
moment
for
the
young
man
.
The
slightest
rustling
of
the
foliage
,
the
least
whistling
of
the
wind
,
attracted
his
attention
,
and
drew
the
perspiration
to
his
brow
;
then
he
tremblingly
fixed
his
ladder
,
and
,
not
to
lose
a
moment
,
placed
his
foot
on
the
first
step
.
Amidst
all
these
alternations
of
hope
and
fear
,
the
clock
struck
ten
.
"
It
is
impossible
,
"
said
Maximilian
,
"
that
the
signing
of
a
contract
should
occupy
so
long
a
time
without
unexpected
interruptions
.
I
have
weighed
all
the
chances
,
calculated
the
time
required
for
all
the
forms
;
something
must
have
happened
.
"
And
then
he
walked
rapidly
to
and
fro
,
and
pressed
his
burning
forehead
against
the
fence
.
Had
Valentine
fainted
?
or
had
she
been
discovered
and
stopped
in
her
flight
?
These
were
the
only
obstacles
which
appeared
possible
to
the
young
man
.
The
idea
that
her
strength
had
failed
her
in
attempting
to
escape
,
and
that
she
had
fainted
in
one
of
the
paths
,
was
the
one
that
most
impressed
itself
upon
his
mind
.
"
In
that
case
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
should
lose
her
,
and
by
my
own
fault
.
"
He
dwelt
on
this
idea
for
a
moment
,
then
it
appeared
reality
.
He
even
thought
he
could
perceive
something
on
the
ground
at
a
distance
;
he
ventured
to
call
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
wind
wafted
back
an
almost
inarticulate
sigh
.
At
last
the
half-hour
struck
.
It
was
impossible
to
wait
longer
,
his
temples
throbbed
violently
,
his
eyes
were
growing
dim
;
he
passed
one
leg
over
the
wall
,
and
in
a
moment
leaped
down
on
the
other
side
.
He
was
on
Villefort
's
premises
--
had
arrived
there
by
scaling
the
wall
.
What
might
be
the
consequences
?
However
,
he
had
not
ventured
thus
far
to
draw
back
.
He
followed
a
short
distance
close
under
the
wall
,
then
crossed
a
path
,
hid
entered
a
clump
of
trees
.
In
a
moment
he
had
passed
through
them
,
and
could
see
the
house
distinctly
.
Then
Morrel
saw
that
he
had
been
right
in
believing
that
the
house
was
not
illuminated
.
Instead
of
lights
at
every
window
,
as
is
customary
on
days
of
ceremony
,
he
saw
only
a
gray
mass
,
which
was
veiled
also
by
a
cloud
,
which
at
that
moment
obscured
the
moon
's
feeble
light
.
A
light
moved
rapidly
from
time
to
time
past
three
windows
of
the
second
floor
.
These
three
windows
were
in
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
's
room
.
Another
remained
motionless
behind
some
red
curtains
which
were
in
Madame
de
Villefort
's
bedroom
.
Morrel
guessed
all
this
.
So
many
times
,
in
order
to
follow
Valentine
in
thought
at
every
hour
in
the
day
,
had
he
made
her
describe
the
whole
house
,
that
without
having
seen
it
he
knew
it
all
.
