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"The very church in which she was to have married Edmond,"murmured the priest; "there was only a change ofbride-grooms."

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"All quite correct."

Danglars reflected for a moment. "Then, M. Morrel, I beg ofyou," said he, "not to say a word to Dantes on the subject.I may have been mistaken."

"Stay, I think I told my steward yesterday to attend tothis; perhaps I can render you this slight service also." Heextended his hand, and rang the bell thrice. "Did you everoccupy yourself," said he to Franz, "with the employment oftime and the means of simplifying the summoning yourservants? I have. When I ring once, it is for my valet;twice, for my majordomo; thrice, for my steward, -- thus Ido not waste a minute or a word. Here he is." A man of aboutforty-five or fifty entered, exactly resembling the smugglerwho had introduced Franz into the cavern; but he did notappear to recognize him. It was evident he had his orders."Monsieur Bertuccio," said the count, "you have procured mewindows looking on the Piazza del Popolo, as I ordered youyesterday "

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"Where is he?"<"For shame, M. de Villefort!" said Renee, becoming quitepale; "don't you see how you are frightening us? -- and yetyou laugh."

"A play?"

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Morrel went also to the notary, who confirmed the news thatthe contract was to be signed that evening. Then he went tocall on Monte Cristo and heard still more. Franz had been toannounce the ceremony, and Madame de Villefort had alsowritten to beg the count to excuse her not inviting him; thedeath of M. de Saint-Meran and the dangerous illness of hiswidow would cast a gloom over the meeting which she wouldregret should be shared by the count whom she wished everyhappiness. The day before Franz had been presented to Madamede Saint-Meran, who had left her bed to receive him, but hadbeen obliged to return to it immediately after. It is easyto suppose that Morrel's agitation would not escape thecount's penetrating eye. Monte Cristo was more affectionatethan ever, -- indeed, his manner was so kind that severaltimes Morrel was on the point of telling him all. But herecalled the promise he had made to Valentine, and kept hissecret.

"No, because I passed the night writing letters, -- five andtwenty despatches. I returned home at daybreak, and stroveto sleep; but my head ached and I got up to have a ride foran hour. At the Bois de Boulogne, ennui and hunger attackedme at once, -- two enemies who rarely accompany each other,and who are yet leagued against me, a sort ofCarlo-republican alliance. I then recollected you gave abreakfast this morning, and here I am. I am hungry, feed me;I am bored, amuse me."

<"There is no great merit due to me, for we were informed ofit.""Albert," repeated Danglars, shrugging his shoulders; "ah,well; he would care very little about it, I think."

"The same orders for her as for the two sailing vessels."

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<"But for such a work you must have needed books -- had youany?""Sire, I fear it is more than a plot; I fear it is aconspiracy."

"And, in truth, if you had not found me here," said thecount, "it might have proved a gallant adventure which wouldhave cost your friend dear; but now, be assured, his alarmwill be the only serious consequence."

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