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"Well, I must tell you.Collect all your courage, for you have not yet heard all.""Ah," exclaimed Madame Danglars, alarmed, "what is there more to hear?""You only look back to the past, and it is, indeed, bad enough.Well, picture to yourself a future more gloomy still -- certainly frightful, perhaps sanguinary." The baroness knew how calm Villefort naturally was, and his present excitement frightened her so much that she opened her mouth to scream, but the sound died in her throat."How has this terrible past been recalled?" cried Villefort; "how is it that it has escaped from the depths of the tomb and the recesses of our hearts, where it was buried, to visit us now, like a phantom, whitening our cheeks and flushing our brows with shame?""Alas," said Hermine, "doubtless it is chance.""Chance?" replied Villefort; "No, no, madame, there is no such thing as chance.""Oh, yes; has not a fatal chance revealed all this? Was it not by chance the Count of Monte Cristo bought that house?

Was it not by chance he caused the earth to be dug up? Is it not by chance that the unfortunate child was disinterred under the trees? -- that poor innocent offspring of mine, which I never even kissed, but for whom I wept many, many tears.Ah, my heart clung to the count when he mentioned the dear spoil found beneath the flowers.""Well, no, madame, -- this is the terrible news I have to tell you," said Villefort in a hollow voice -- "no, nothing was found beneath the flowers; there was no child disinterred -- no.You must not weep, no, you must not groan, you must tremble!""What can you mean?" asked Madame Danglars, shuddering.

"I mean that M.de Monte Cristo, digging underneath these trees, found neither skeleton nor chest, because neither of them was there!""Neither of them there?" repeated Madame Danglars, her staring, wide-open eyes expressing her alarm.

"Neither of them there!" she again said, as though striving to impress herself with the meaning of the words which escaped her.

"No," said Villefort, burying his face in his hands, "no, a hundred times no!""Then you did not bury the poor child there, sir? Why did you deceive me? Where did you place it? tell me -- where?""There! But listen to me -- listen -- and you will pity me who has for twenty years alone borne the heavy burden of grief I am about to reveal, without casting the least portion upon you.""Oh, you frighten me! But speak; I will listen.""You recollect that sad night, when you were half-expiring on that bed in the red damask room, while I, scarcely less agitated than you, awaited your delivery.The child was born, was given to me -- motionless, breathless, voiceless;we thought it dead." Madame Danglars moved rapidly, as though she would spring from her chair, but Villefort stopped, and clasped his hands as if to implore her attention."We thought it dead," he repeated; "I placed it in the chest, which was to take the place of a coffin; Idescended to the garden, I dug a hole, and then flung it down in haste.Scarcely had I covered it with earth, when the arm of the Corsican was stretched towards me; I saw a shadow rise, and, at the same time, a flash of light.I felt pain; I wished to cry out, but an icy shiver ran through my veins and stifled my voice; I fell lifeless, and fancied myself killed.Never shall I forget your sublime courage, when, having returned to consciousness, I dragged myself to the foot of the stairs, and you, almost dying yourself, came to meet me.We were obliged to keep silent upon the dreadful catastrophe.You had the fortitude to regain the house, assisted by your nurse.A duel was the pretext for my wound.

Though we scarcely expected it, our secret remained in our own keeping alone.I was taken to Versailles; for three months I struggled with death; at last, as I seemed to cling to life, I was ordered to the South.Four men carried me from Paris to Chalons, walking six leagues a day; Madame de Villefort followed the litter in her carriage.At Chalons Iwas put upon the Saone, thence I passed on to he Rhone, whence I descended, merely with the current, to Arles; at Arles I was again placed on my litter, and continued my journey to Marseilles.My recovery lasted six months.Inever heard you mentioned, and I did not dare inquire for you.When I returned to Paris, I learned that you, the widow of M.de Nargonne, had married M.Danglars.

"What was the subject of my thoughts from the time consciousness returned to me? Always the same -- always the child's corpse, coming every night in my dreams, rising from the earth, and hovering over the grave with menacing look and gesture.I inquired immediately on my return to Paris;the house had not been inhabited since we left it, but it had just been let for nine years.I found the tenant.Ipretended that I disliked the idea that a house belonging to my wife's father and mother should pass into the hands of strangers.I offered to pay them for cancelling the lease;they demanded 6,000 francs.I would have given 10,000 -- Iwould have given 20,000.I had the money with me; I made the tenant sign the deed of resilition, and when I had obtained what I so much wanted, I galloped to Auteuil.