The general depended much on it; he even came to force M.
Danglars.We have had a narrow escape."
"But," said Valentine, timidly, "does all the father's shame revert upon the son? Monsieur Albert appears to me quite innocent of the treason charged against the general.""Excuse me," said the implacable young girl, "Monsieur Albert claims and well deserves his share.It appears that after having challenged M.de Monte Cristo at the Opera yesterday, he apologized on the ground to-day.""Impossible," said Madame de Villefort.
"Ah, my dear friend," said Madame Danglars, with the same simplicity we before noticed, "it is a fact.I heard it from M.Debray, who was present at the explanation." Valentine also knew the truth, but she did not answer.A single word had reminded her that Morrel was expecting her in M.
Noirtier's room.Deeply engaged with a sort of inward contemplation, Valentine had ceased for a moment to join in the conversation.She would, indeed, have found it impossible to repeat what had been said the last few minutes, when suddenly Madame Danglars' hand, pressed on her arm, aroused her from her lethargy.
"What is it?" said she, starting at Madame Danglars, touch as she would have done from an electric shock."It is, my dear Valentine," said the baroness, "that you are, doubtless, suffering.""I?" said the young girl, passing her hand across her burning forehead.
"Yes, look at yourself in that glass; you have turned pale and then red successively, three or four times in one minute.""Indeed," cried Eugenie, "you are very pale!""Oh, do not be alarmed; I have been so for many days."Artless as she was, the young girl knew that this was an opportunity to leave, and besides, Madame de Villefort came to her assistance."Retire, Valentine," said she; "you are really suffering, and these ladies will excuse you; drink a glass of pure water, it will restore you." Valentine kissed Eugenie, bowed to Madame Danglars, who had already risen to take her leave, and went out."That poor child," said Madame de Villefort when Valentine was gone, "she makes me very uneasy, and I should not be astonished if she had some serious illness."Meanwhile, Valentine, in a sort of excitement which she could not quite understand, had crossed Edward's room without noticing some trick of the child, and through her own had reached the little staircase.She was within three steps of the bottom; she already heard Morrel's voice, when suddenly a cloud passed over her eyes, her stiffened foot missed the step, her hands had no power to hold the baluster, and falling against the wall she lost her balance wholly and toppled to the floor.Morrel bounded to the door, opened it, and found Valentine stretched out at the bottom of the stairs.Quick as a flash, he raised her in his arms and placed her in a chair.Valentine opened her eyes.
"Oh, what a clumsy thing I am," said she with feverish volubility; "I don't know my way.I forgot there were three more steps before the landing.""You have hurt yourself, perhaps," said Morrel."What can Ido for you, Valentine?" Valentine looked around her; she saw the deepest terror depicted in Noirtier's eyes."Don't worry, dear grandpapa," said she, endeavoring to smile; "it is nothing -- it is nothing; I was giddy, that is all.""Another attack of giddiness," said Morrel, clasping his hands."Oh, attend to it, Valentine, I entreat you.""But no," said Valentine, -- "no, I tell you it is all past, and it was nothing.Now, let me tell you some news; Eugenie is to be married in a week, and in three days there is to be a grand feast, a betrothal festival.We are all invited, my father, Madame de Villefort, and I -- at least, I understood it so.""When will it be our turn to think of these things? Oh, Valentine, you who have so much influence over your grandpapa, try to make him answer -- Soon.""And do you," said Valentine, "depend on me to stimulate the tardiness and arouse the memory of grandpapa?""Yes," cried Morrel, "make haste.So long as you are not mine, Valentine, I shall always think I may lose you.""Oh," replied Valentine with a convulsive movement, "oh, indeed, Maximilian, you are too timid for an officer, for a soldier who, they say, never knows fear.Ah, ha, ha!" she burst into a forced and melancholy laugh, her arms stiffened and twisted, her head fell back on her chair, and she remained motionless.The cry of terror which was stopped on Noirtier's lips, seemed to start from his eyes.Morrel understood it; he knew he must call assistance.The young man rang the bell violently; the housemaid who had been in Mademoiselle Valentine's room, and the servant who had replaced Barrois, ran in at the same moment.Valentine was so pale, so cold, so inanimate that without listening to what was said to them they were seized with the fear which pervaded that house, and they flew into the passage crying for help.Madame Danglars and Eugenie were going out at that moment; they heard the cause of the disturbance."I told you so!" exclaimed Madame de Villefort."Poor child!"