Franz went to see Madame Saint-Milan yesterday, and she got up to meet him. After that meeting, she had to go back to bed. Morrel was anxious not to escape the count’s eyes. It is easy to imagine that Monte Cristo was more affectionate to him than usual. His attitude was so kind that Morrel tried to tell him everything several times, but he held back that day when he promised Valentine that he had read Valentine’s letter dozens of times. This was her first letter to him, but under what circumstances did she write? He reiterated his oath every time he read it. She vowed to be happy. How great she is, a young girl who can make such a brave decision. She sacrificed everything. How worthy of his love. Indeed, she should be his first favorite object. She is a queen. He is excited and a wife. No matter how much he thanks her for loving her, it is not enough to think of Valentine coming to him. She will tell him that I have come to Maximilian. Take me away. He has arranged everything. There are two ladders hidden in the alfalfa field, and a light carriage is ready to wait. There Maximilian drove to the corner of the first street without a servant, and they lit the lamp again, because being too cautious would attract the attention of the police. He couldn’t help shivering. He had held her hand before and kissed her fingertips. He thought that when that moment came, he would have to protect Valentine from the wall, and she would tremble but pour into his arms without resistance.
At noon, he felt that the time was getting closer and closer. He wanted to be alone. His blood was boiling, that is, a simple question would upset him. He simply looked at himself in the room, but although his eyes were moving line by line, he didn’t know that at last he threw it and sat down to think about it. He planned to recalculate the distance between the stairs and the walls, and finally he approached. Anyone who was deeply in love would never let his clock move forward safely. Morel tossed his clock so hard that it was half past six o’clock. He said to himself that it was time to sign the contract at nine o’clock, but Valentine might not be able to wait until then. When he stepped into the alfalfa field, the clock of St. Lipu’s church struck the horse, and the light carriage was hidden behind a small broken house. It was Morrel who often waited for Valentine’s place. The leaves in the garden gradually darkened, so Morrel walked from his hiding place to the gap of the iron gate. His heart was pounding and no one could see the clock striking half past one. Morrel spent another half an hour waiting, still looking back and forth. Looking through the gap is becoming more and more frequent. The garden listened attentively. Looking through the trees, we could vaguely identify the house, but the house was still dark. There was no such an important event as signing an engagement. Morrel looked at him. His watch indicated that it was at 10: 15, but not long after that, he had heard the clock strike twice or three times to correct his time difference. That clock struck at 9: 30, which was half an hour later than Valentine had said. It was a terrible news for the young man.A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. When the ladder stopped shaking, he first put his foot on the first level. Here, he hoped that fear would strike ten o’clock. It was no accident that Maximilian said that it was impossible to sign an engagement. For such a long time, I have considered all the possibilities and calculated what must have happened when the ceremony was needed. He paced up and down excitedly at the iron gate, and sometimes he put his burning head against the cold iron grating. Valentine fainted after signing the contract or was found when she fled. This is two explanations that young people can imagine. Each explanation is so frustrating.
An idea suddenly came into his mind. Maybe Valentine had fainted in that path when she escaped. Oh, really, he cried and climbed to the top of the ladder, so I lost her. Besides, I can blame myself for blowing this idea into his heart. The elf didn’t leave him and kept humming in his ear. After a while, it became a questionable fact after speculation. His eyes searched in the dark and seemed to see something lying on that dark road. He risked shouting for a while. He seemed to hear a vague groan coming from the wind, and it rang again at half past ten. He couldn’t wait any longer. His temples were beating violently, and his eyes gradually blurred. He put one leg over the wall and jumped to that side for a while. Now he is at Villefort’s house. He didn’t think about it carefully. He didn’t go back. He walked a short distance against the wall, then crossed a path and got into the Woods. After a while, he clearly saw the house through the Woods according to the festival custom. Every window in the house should be ablaze with candles, but what he saw was a gray monster. Morrel was sure of one thing. At that time, a cloud covered the faint moonlight, and the house seemed to be shrouded in a cloud. A light moved rapidly from time to time in the three windows of the building, which belonged to Madame Saint-Milan’s room. In addition, a light remained motionless behind a red curtain, which was Madame de Villefort’s bedroom. Morrel knew all this, but he could always follow Valentine in his imagination. He asked her to describe the situation of the house many times, although he had never seen it.
This dark silence of the building is even worse than Valentine’s absence. Morrel felt panic and uneasy. He was so delirious that he almost went crazy with pain. He decided to go to Valentine’s for a meeting at all costs to determine whether the misfortune he feared was true. Morrel was at the edge of the trees trying to cross the garden as quickly as possible when suddenly a sound came from afar. Although it was far away, it was downwind. He heard it clearly. As soon as he heard it, he retreated and hid himself half-way through the trees, waiting quietly and motionless. He has made up his mind to come to Valentine. He called her to stay with her as she passed by. Although he could not speak, he could still see that she knew that Ann was an outsider. He would listen to what they said, and maybe he could get some information to solve the mystery that has not been solved so far.
The moon fled from behind the cloud that covered it. Morrel saw Villefort’s steps followed by a gentleman in black. They walked up the steps to the trees. Morrel quickly recognized that the other gentleman was Dr. Avrigny. When he saw them coming to his side, he mechanically retreated until he found a flower tree in the middle of the trees blocking his way. He had to stop there, and soon the two gentlemen stopped.
Ah, my dear doctor, the prosecutor said that this is the emperor punishing my house. What a terrible sudden death. It’s like a bolt from the blue. Please don’t comfort me. Alas, such sadness is the way to comfort this heart. The trauma is too deep. She’s dead. She’s dead.
The young man felt a cold sweat on his forehead, and his teeth chattered. Villefort said that he had been punished by heaven, so who died in that house?
My dear M. de Villefort, the doctor said that he was even more frightened by that young man. I didn’t bring you here to comfort you, on the contrary.
What do you mean by this sentence? The prosecutor asked in panic.
I mean, there may be a bigger misfortune behind what happened just now.
Oh, I murmured, clutching my hands.
What do you want to tell me?
Are there two of us here, my friend?
There is no one else, but why should you be so considerate?
Because I have a terrible secret to tell you. The doctor said let’s sit down and talk.
Villefort sat down, or rather fell on the bench. The doctor put one hand on his shoulder in front of him. Morrel held his head with one hand and his chest with the other, fearing that his heartbeat would be heard by them.
Dead, dead, he repeatedly said in his mind that he felt that he was going to die, too.
Go ahead, doctor. I’m listening. Villefort said let the blow come. I’m ready to take it.
Madame Saint-Milan is of course very old, but she has always been healthy.
Morrel finally breathed a sigh of relief for ten minutes.
She is worried about Villefort, or the doctor. After living with the Marquis for forty years.
That’s not a sad knot. My dear doctor Villefort said that sorrow can kill people. It rarely happens. It can never kill people in an hour and ten minutes a day.
Villefort did not answer, but raised his head and looked at the doctor in amazement.
Were you there when the patient was last sent? asked m. d’ Avrigny
The prosecutor replied that you told me not to leave.
You didn’t notice the symptoms of the disease that killed Madame Saint-Milan.
I noticed that Madame Saint-Milan sent it three times in succession, each time every few minutes, it became worse and worse. When you arrived, Madame Saint-Milan had been panting for a few minutes. The first time, she had a nervous spasm. But when I saw her jumping out of bed, her neck seemed to be stiff, I really panicked. At that time, I knew from your face that the actual situation was more terrible than I wanted. This time, I sent it. I tried my best to see your eyes, but I failed. You haven’t turned your head and felt her pulse. The second time, you sent it again.
She died the third time.
At the end of the first attack, I found that it was an acute spasm. You confirmed my opinion.
Yes, that’s in front of everyone, the doctor replied, but now there are two of us here
Oh, Emperor, listen to what you have to tell me.
Acute spasm is poisoned by plant substance poison, and its symptoms are the same.
Villefort jumped up from the stool, then fell silently and motionless. Morrel didn’t know whether he was dreaming or awake.
Look, the doctor said that I know the weight of my words and I know who I am talking to.
Are you talking to me as a judge or is it a friend of Villefort’s?
Friend: At present, I am talking to a friend whose symptoms are so similar that I have to swear to confirm that I am talking now. I will hesitate to say it again. I am not talking to a judge, but to a friend. I told that friend that I carefully observed Madame Saint-Milan’s convulsions and finally died during the three-quarters of her illness. I know that she was poisoned by poison and I can also name the poison that killed her.
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The symptoms are very obvious. Did you see the narcolepsy, paroxysmal hyperactivity and nervous paralysis? Mrs. Saint-Milan is a large number of strychnos or strychnos, and maybe she took them by mistake.
Villefort held the doctor’s hand tightly. Oh, it’s impossible. He said that I must be dreaming. It’s terrible to hear such a thing from your mouth. Tell me, for heaven’s sake, I beg you, my dear doctor. You may be wrong.
Of course I may be wrong, but