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    CHAPTER 65
    A Conjugal Scene.

    At the Place Louis XV. the three young people separated --
    that is to say, Morrel went to the Boulevards,
    Chateau-Renaud to the Pont de la Revolution, and Debray to
    the Quai. Most probably Morrel and Chateau-Renaud returned
    to their "domestic hearths," as they say in the gallery of
    the Chamber in well-turned speeches, and in the theatre of
    the Rue Richelieu in well-written pieces; but it was not the
    case with Debray. When he reached the wicket of the Louvre,
    he turned to the left, galloped across the Carrousel, passed
    through the Rue Saint-Roch, and, issuing from the Rue de la
    Michodiere, he arrived at M. Danglars' door just at the same
    time that Villefort's landau, after having deposited him and
    his wife at the Faubourg St. Honore, stopped to leave the
    baroness at her own house. Debray, with the air of a man
    familiar with the house, entered first into the court, threw
    his bridle into the hands of a footman, and returned to the
    door to receive Madame Danglars, to whom he offered his arm,
    to conduct her to her apartments. The gate once closed, and
    Debray and the baroness alone in the court, he asked, --
    "What was the matter with you, Hermine? and why were you so
    affected at that story, or rather fable, which the count

    "Because I have been in such shocking spirits all the
    evening, my friend," said the baroness.

    "No, Hermine," replied Debray; "you cannot make me believe
    that; on the contrary, you were in excellent spirits when
    you arrived at the count's. M. Danglars was disagreeable,
    certainly, but I know how much you care for his ill-humor.
    Some one has vexed you; I will allow no one to annoy you."

    "You are deceived, Lucien, I assure you," replied Madame
    Danglars; "and what I have told you is really the case,
    added to the ill-humor you remarked, but which I did not
    think it worth while to allude to." It was evident that
    Madame Danglars was suffering from that nervous irritability
    which women frequently cannot account for even to
    themselves; or that, as Debray had guessed, she had
    experienced some secret agitation that she would not
    acknowledge to any one. Being a man who knew that the former
    of these symptoms was one of the inherent penalties of
    womanhood, he did not then press his inquiries, but waited
    for a more appropriate opportunity when he should again
    interrogate her, or receive an avowal proprio motu. At the
    door of her apartment the baroness met Mademoiselle
    Cornelie, her confidential maid. "What is my daughter
    doing?" asked Madame Danglars.

    "She practiced all the evening, and then went to bed,"
    replied Mademoiselle Cornelie.

    "Yet I think I hear her piano."

    "It is Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly, who is playing while
    Mademoiselle Danglars is in bed."

    "Well," said Madame Danglars, "come and undress me." They
    entered the bedroom. Debray stretched himself upon a large
    couch, and Madame Danglars passed into her dressing-room
    with Mademoiselle Cornelie. "My dear M. Lucien," said Madame
    Danglars through the door, "you are always complaining that
    Eugenie will not address a word to you."

    "Madame," said Lucien, playing with a little dog, who,
    recognizing him as a friend of the house, expected to be
    caressed, "I am not the only one who makes similar
    complaints, I think I heard Morcerf say that he could not
    extract a word from his betrothed."

    "True," said Madame Danglars; "yet I think this will all
    pass off, and that you will one day see her enter your

    "My study?"

    "At least that of the minister."

    "Why so!"

    "To ask for an engagement at the Opera. Really, I never saw
    such an infatuation for music; it is quite ridiculous for a
    young lady of fashion." Debray smiled. "Well," said he, "let
    her come, with your consent and that of the baron, and we
    will try and give her an engagement, though we are very poor
    to pay such talent as hers."

    "Go, Cornelie," said Madame Danglars, "I do not require you
    any longer."

    Cornelie obeyed, and the next minute Madame Danglars left
    her room in a charming loose dress, and came and sat down
    close to Debray. Then she began thoughtfully to caress the
    little spaniel. Lucien looked at her for a moment in
    silence. "Come, Hermine," he said, after a short time,
    "answer candidly, -- something vexes you -- is it not so?"

    "Nothing," answered the baroness.

    And yet, as she could scarcely breathe, she rose and went
    towards a looking-glass. "I am frightful to-night," she
    said. Debray rose, smiling, and was about to contradict the
    baroness upon this latter point, when the door opened
    suddenly. M. Danglars appeared; Debray reseated himself. At
    the noise of the door Madame Danglars turned round, and
    looked upon her husband with an astonishment she took no
    trouble to conceal. "Good-evening, madame," said the banker;
    "good-evening, M. Debray."

    Probably the baroness thought this unexpected visit
    signified a desire to make up for the sharp words he had
    uttered during the day. Assuming a dignified air, she turned
    round to Debray, without answering her husband. "Read me
    something, M. Debray," she said. Debray, who was slightly
    disturbed at this visit, recovered himself when he saw the
    calmness of the baroness, and took up a book marked by a
    mother-of-pearl knife inlaid with gold. "Excuse me," said
    the banker, "but you will tire yourself, baroness, by such
    late hours, and M. Debray lives some distance from here."

    Debray was petrified, not only to hear Danglars speak so
    calmly and politely, but because it was apparent that
    beneath outward politeness there really lurked a determined
    spirit of opposition to anything his wife might wish to do.
    The baroness was also surprised, and showed her astonishment
    by a look which would doubtless have had some effect upon
    her husband if he had not been intently occupied with the
    paper, where he was looking to see the closing stock
    quotations. The result was, that the proud look entirely
    failed of its purpose.

    "M. Lucien," said the baroness, "I assure you I have no
    desire to sleep, and that I have a thousand things to tell
    you this evening, which you must listen to, even though you
    slept while hearing me."

    "I am at your service, madame," replied Lucien coldly.

    "My dear M. Debray," said the banker, "do not kill yourself
    to-night listening to the follies of Madame Danglars, for
    you can hear them as well to-morrow; but I claim to-night
    and will devote it, if you will allow me, to talk over some
    serious matters with my wife." This time the blow was so
    well aimed, and hit so directly, that Lucien and the
    baroness were staggered, and they interrogated each other
    with their eyes, as if to seek help against this aggression,
    but the irresistible will of the master of the house
    prevailed, and the husband was victorious.

    "Do not think I wish to turn you out, my dear Debray,"
    continued Danglars; "oh, no, not at all. An unexpected
    occurrence forces me to ask my wife to have a little
    conversation with me; it is so rarely I make such a request,
    I am sure you cannot grudge it to me." Debray muttered
    something, bowed and went out, knocking himself against the
    edge of the door, like Nathan in "Athalie."

    "It is extraordinary," he said, when the door was closed
    behind him, "how easily these husbands, whom we ridicule,
    gain an advantage over us."

    Lucien having left, Danglars took his place on the sofa,
    closed the open book, and placing himself in a dreadfully
    dictatorial attitude, he began playing with the dog; but the
    animal, not liking him as well as Debray, and attempting to
    bite him, Danglars seized him by the skin of his neck and
    threw him upon a couch on the other side of the room. The
    animal uttered a cry during the transit, but, arrived at its
    destination, it crouched behind the cushions, and stupefied
    at such unusual treatment remained silent and motionless.
    "Do you know, sir," asked the baroness, "that you are
    improving? Generally you are only rude, but to-night you are

    "It is because I am in a worse humor than usual," replied
    Danglars. Hermine looked at the banker with supreme disdain.
    These glances frequently exasperated the pride of Danglars,
    but this evening he took no notice of them.

    "And what have I to do with your ill-humor?" said the
    baroness, irritated at the impassibility of her husband; "do
    these things concern me? Keep your ill-humor at home in your
    money boxes, or, since you have clerks whom you pay, vent it
    upon them."

    "Not so," replied Danglars; "your advice is wrong, so I
    shall not follow it. My money boxes are my Pactolus, as, I
    think, M. Demoustier says, and I will not retard its course,
    or disturb its calm. My clerks are honest men, who earn my
    fortune, whom I pay much below their deserts, if I may value
    them according to what they bring in; therefore I shall not
    get into a passion with them; those with whom I will be in a
    passion are those who eat my dinners, mount my horses, and
    exhaust my fortune."

    "And pray who are the persons who exhaust your fortune?
    Explain yourself more clearly, I beg, sir."

    "Oh, make yourself easy! -- I am not speaking riddles, and
    you will soon know what I mean. The people who exhaust my
    fortune are those who draw out 700,000 francs in the course
    of an hour."

    "I do not understand you, sir," said the baroness, trying to
    disguise the agitation of her voice and the flush of her
    face. "You understand me perfectly, on the contrary," said
    Danglars: "but, if you will persist, I will tell you that I
    have just lost 700,000 francs upon the Spanish loan."

    "And pray," asked the baroness, "am I responsible for this

    "Why not?"

    "Is it my fault you have lost 700,000 francs?"

    "Certainly it is not mine."

    "Once for all, sir," replied the baroness sharply, "I tell
    you I will not hear cash named; it is a style of language I
    never heard in the house of my parents or in that of my
    first husband."

    "Oh, I can well believe that, for neither of them was worth
    a penny."

    "The better reason for my not being conversant with the
    slang of the bank, which is here dinning in my ears from
    morning to night; that noise of jingling crowns, which are
    constantly being counted and re-counted, is odious to me. I
    only know one thing I dislike more, which is the sound of
    your voice."

    "Really?" said Danglars. "Well, this surprises me, for I
    thought you took the liveliest interest in all my affairs!"

    "I? What could put such an idea into your head?"


    "Ah? -- what next?"

    "Most assuredly."

    "I should like to know upon what occasion?"

    "Oh, mon Dieu, that is very easily done. Last February you
    were the first who told me of the Haitian funds. You had
    dreamed that a ship had entered the harbor at Havre, that
    this ship brought news that a payment we had looked upon as
    lost was going to be made. I know how clear-sighted your
    dreams are; I therefore purchased immediately as many shares
    as I could of the Haitian debt, and I gained 400,000 francs
    by it, of which 100,000 have been honestly paid to you. You
    spent it as you pleased; that was your business. In March
    there was a question about a grant to a railway. Three
    companies presented themselves, each offering equal
    securities. You told me that your instinct, -- and although
    you pretend to know nothing about speculations, I think on
    the contrary, that your comprehension is very clear upon
    certain affairs, -- well, you told me that your instinct led
    you to believe the grant would be given to the company
    called the Southern. I bought two thirds of the shares of
    that company; as you had foreseen, the shares trebled in
    value, and I picked up a million, from which 250,000 francs
    were paid to you for pin-money. How have you spent this
    250,000 francs? -- it is no business of mine."

    "When are you coming to the point?" cried the baroness,
    shivering with anger and impatience.

    "Patience, madame, I am coming to it."

    "That's fortunate."

    "In April you went to dine at the minister's. You heard a
    private conversation respecting Spanish affairs -- on the
    expulsion of Don Carlos. I bought some Spanish shares. The
    expulsion took place and I pocketed 600,000 francs the day
    Charles V. repassed the Bidassoa. Of these 600,000 francs
    you took 50,000 crowns. They were yours, you disposed of
    them according to your fancy, and I asked no questions; but
    it is not the less true that you have this year received
    500,000 livres."

    "Well, sir, and what then?"

    "Ah, yes, it was just after this that you spoiled

    "Really, your manner of speaking" --

    "It expresses my meaning, and that is all I want. Well,
    three days after that you talked politics with M. Debray,
    and you fancied from his words that Don Carlos had returned
    to Spain. Well, I sold my shares, the news got out, and I no
    longer sold -- I gave them away, next day I find the news
    was false, and by this false report I have lost 700,000


    "Well, since I gave you a fourth of my gains, I think you
    owe me a fourth of my losses; the fourth of 700,000 francs
    is 175,000 francs."

    "What you say is absurd, and I cannot see why M. Debray's
    name is mixed up in this affair."

    "Because if you do not possess the 175,000 francs I reclaim,
    you must have lent them to your friends, and M. Debray is
    one of your friends."

    "For shame!" exclaimed the baroness.

    "Oh, let us have no gestures, no screams, no modern drama,
    or you will oblige me to tell you that I see Debray leave
    here, pocketing the whole of the 500,000 livres you have
    handed over to him this year, while he smiles to himself,
    saying that he has found what the most skilful players have
    never discovered -- that is, a roulette where he wins
    without playing, and is no loser when he loses." The
    baroness became enraged. "Wretch!" she cried, "will you dare
    to tell me you did not know what you now reproach me with?"

    "I do not say that I did know it, and I do not say that I
    did not know it. I merely tell you to look into my conduct
    during the last four years that we have ceased to be husband
    and wife, and see whether it has not always been consistent.
    Some time after our rupture, you wished to study music,
    under the celebrated baritone who made such a successful
    appearance at the Theatre Italien; at the same time I felt
    inclined to learn dancing of the danseuse who acquired such
    a reputation in London. This cost me, on your account and
    mine, 100,000 francs. I said nothing, for we must have peace
    in the house; and 100,000 francs for a lady and gentleman to
    be properly instructed in music and dancing are not too
    much. Well, you soon become tired of singing, and you take a
    fancy to study diplomacy with the minister's secretary. You
    understand, it signifies nothing to me so long as you pay
    for your lessons out of your own cashbox. But to-day I find
    you are drawing on mine, and that your apprenticeship may
    cost me 700,000 francs per month. Stop there, madame, for
    this cannot last. Either the diplomatist must give his
    lessons gratis, and I will tolerate him, or he must never
    set his foot again in my house; -- do you understand,

    "Oh, this is too much," cried Hermine, choking, "you are
    worse than despicable."

    "But," continued Danglars, "I find you did not even pause
    there" --


    "You are right; let us leave these facts alone, and reason
    coolly. I have never interfered in your affairs excepting
    for your good; treat me in the same way. You say you have
    nothing to do with my cash-box. Be it so. Do as you like
    with your own, but do not fill or empty mine. Besides, how
    do I know that this was not a political trick, that the
    minister enraged at seeing me in the opposition, and jealous
    of the popular sympathy I excite, has not concerted with M.
    Debray to ruin me?"

    "A probable thing!"

    "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

    "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 I
    desire 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, I
    forbid 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
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