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"Why not? Who ever heard of such an occurrence as this? -- a false telegraphic despatch -- it is almost impossible for wrong signals to be made as they were in the last two telegrams.It was done on purpose for me -- I am sure of it.""Sir," said the baroness humbly, "are you not aware that the man employed there was dismissed, that they talked of going to law with him, that orders were issued to arrest him and that this order would have been put into execution if he had not escaped by flight, which proves that he was either mad or guilty? It was a mistake.""Yes, which made fools laugh, which caused the minister to have a sleepless night, which has caused the minister's secretaries to blacken several sheets of paper, but which has cost me 700,000 francs.""But, sir," said Hermine suddenly, "if all this is, as you say, caused by M.Debray, why, instead of going direct to him, do you come and tell me of it? Why, to accuse the man, do you address the woman?""Do I know M.Debray? -- do I wish to know him? -- do I wish to know that he gives advice? -- do I wish to follow it? --do I speculate? No; you do all this, not I.""Still it seems to me, that as you profit by it -- "Danglars shrugged his shoulders."Foolish creature," he exclaimed."Women fancy they have talent because they have managed two or three intrigues without being the talk of Paris! But know that if you had even hidden your irregularities from your husband, who has but the commencement of the art -- for generally husbands will not see -- you would then have been but a faint imitation of most of your friends among the women of the world.But it has not been so with me, -- I see, and always have seen, during the last sixteen years.You may, perhaps, have hidden a thought; but not a step, not an action, not a fault, has escaped me, while you flattered yourself upon your address, and firmly believed you had deceived me.What has been the result? -- that, thanks to my pretended ignorance, there is none of your friends, from M.de Villefort to M.Debray, who has not trembled before me.There is not one who has not treated me as the master of the house, -- the only title Idesire with respect to you; there is not one, in fact, who would have dared to speak of me as I have spoken of them this day.I will allow you to make me hateful, but I will prevent your rendering me ridiculous, and, above all, Iforbid you to ruin me."

The baroness had been tolerably composed until the name of Villefort had been pronounced; but then she became pale, and, rising, as if touched by a spring, she stretched out her hands as though conjuring an apparition; she then took two or three steps towards her husband, as though to tear the secret from him, of which he was ignorant, or which he withheld from some odious calculation, -- odious, as all his calculations were."M.de Villefort! -- What do you mean?""I mean that M.de Nargonne, your first husband, being neither a philosopher nor a banker, or perhaps being both, and seeing there was nothing to be got out of a king's attorney, died of grief or anger at finding, after an absence of nine months, that you had been enceinte six.I am brutal, -- I not only allow it, but boast of it; it is one of the reasons of my success in commercial business.Why did he kill himself instead of you? Because he had no cash to save.My life belongs to my cash.M.Debray has made me lose 700,000 francs; let him bear his share of the loss, and we will go on as before; if not, let him become bankrupt for the 250,000 livres, and do as all bankrupts do -- disappear.

He is a charming fellow, I allow, when his news is correct;but when it is not, there are fifty others in the world who would do better than he."Madame Danglars was rooted to the spot; she made a violent effort to reply to this last attack, but she fell upon a chair thinking of Villefort, of the dinner scene, of the strange series of misfortunes which had taken place in her house during the last few days, and changed the usual calm of her establishment to a scene of scandalous debate.

Danglars did not even look at her, though she did her best to faint.He shut the bedroom door after him, without adding another word, and returned to his apartments; and when Madame Danglars recovered from her half-fainting condition, she could almost believe that she had had a disagreeable dream.