Граф Монте-Кристо

Madame de Saint–Meran.

           Valentinefoundhergrandmotherinbed;silentcaresses,heartwrungsobs,brokensighs,burningtears,wereallthatpassedinthissadinterview,whileMadamedeVillefort,leaningonherhusband’sarm,maintainedalloutwardformsofrespect,atleasttowardsthepoorwidow.Shesoonwhisperedtoherhusband,"Ithinkitwouldbebetterformetoretire,withyourpermission,forthesightofmeappearsstilltoafflictyourmother-inlaw."MadamedeSaint–Meranheardher."Yes,yes,"shesaidsoftlytoValentine,"letherleave;butdoyoustay."MadamedeVillefortleft,andValentineremainedalonebesidethebed,fortheprocureur,overcomewithastonishmentattheunexpecteddeath,hadfollowedhiswife.Meanwhile,BarroishadreturnedforthefirsttimetooldNoirtier,whohavingheardthenoiseinthehouse,had,aswehavesaid,senthisoldservanttoinquirethecause;onhisreturn,hisquickintelligenteyeinterrogatedthemessenger."Alas,sir,"exclaimedBarrois,"agreatmisfortunehashappened.MadamedeSaint–Meranhasarrived,andherhusbandisdead!"

           M.deSaint–MeranandNoirtierhadneverbeenonstricttermsoffriendship;still,thedeathofoneoldmanalwaysconsiderablyaffectsanother.Noirtierlethisheadfalluponhischest,apparentlyoverwhelmedandthoughtful;thenheclosedoneeye,intokenofinquiry."MademoiselleValentine?"Noirtiernoddedhishead."Sheisattheball,asyouknow,sinceshecametosaygood-bytoyouinfulldress."Noirtieragainclosedhislefteye.

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