"Extremely," replied he; "she looked so pale this morning, Iscarcely knew her." These apparently ****** words pierced Morrel to the heart.This man had seen Valentine, and spoken to her! The young and high-spirited officer required all his strength of mind to resist breaking his oath.He took the arm of Chateau-Renaud, and turned towards the vault, where the attendants had already placed the two coffins."This is a magnificent habitation," said Beauchamp, looking towards the mausoleum; "a summer and winter palace.You will, in turn, enter it, my dear d'Epinay, for you will soon be numbered as one of the family.I, as a philosopher, should like a little country-house, a cottage down there under the trees, without so many free-stones over my poor body.In dying, I will say to those around me what Voltaire wrote to Piron: `Eo rus, and all will be over.' But come, Franz, take courage, your wife is an heiress.""Indeed, Beauchamp, you are unbearable.Politics has made you laugh at everything, and political men have made you disbelieve everything.But when you have the honor of associating with ordinary men, and the pleasure of leaving politics for a moment, try to find your affectionate heart, which you leave with your stick when you go to the Chamber.""But tell me," said Beauchamp, "what is life? Is it not a hall in Death's anteroom?""I am prejudiced against Beauchamp," said Albert, drawing Franz away, and leaving the former to finish his philosophical dissertation with Debray.The Villefort vault formed a square of white stones, about twenty feet high; an interior partition separated the two families, and each apartment had its entrance door.Here were not, as in other tombs, ignoble drawers, one above another, where thrift bestows its dead and labels them like specimens in a museum;all that was visible within the bronze gates was a gloomy-looking room, separated by a wall from the vault itself.The two doors before mentioned were in the middle of this wall, and enclosed the Villefort and Saint-Meran coffins.There grief might freely expend itself without being disturbed by the trifling loungers who came from a picnic party to visit Pere-la-Chaise, or by lovers who make it their rendezvous.
The two coffins were placed on trestles previously prepared for their reception in the right-hand crypt belonging to the Saint-Meran family.Villefort, Franz, and a few near relatives alone entered the sanctuary.
As the religious ceremonies had all been performed at the door, and there was no address given, the party all separated; Chateau-Renaud, Albert, and Morrel, went one way, and Debray and Beauchamp the other.Franz remained with M.
de Villefort; at the gate of the cemetery Morrel made an excuse to wait; he saw Franz and M.de Villefort get into the same mourning coach, and thought this meeting forboded evil.He then returned to Paris, and although in the same carriage with Chateau-Renaud and Albert, he did not hear one word of their conversation.As Franz was about to take leave of M.de Villefort, "When shall I see you again?" said the latter.
"At what time you please, sir," replied Franz.
"As soon as possible."
"I am at your command, sir; shall we return together?""If not unpleasant to you."
"On the contrary, I shall feel much pleasure." Thus, the future father and son-in-law stepped into the same carriage, and Morrel, seeing them pass, became uneasy.Villefort and Franz returned to the Faubourg Saint-Honore.The procureur, without going to see either his wife or his daughter, went at once to his study, and, offering the young man a chair, -- "M.d'Epinay," said he, "allow me to remind you at this moment, -- which is perhaps not so ill-chosen as at first sight may appear, for obedience to the wishes of the departed is the first offering which should be made at their tomb, -- allow me then to remind you of the wish expressed by Madame de Saint-Meran on her death-bed, that Valentine's wedding might not be deferred.You know the affairs of the deceased are in perfect order, and her will bequeaths to Valentine the entire property of the Saint-Meran family; the notary showed me the documents yesterday, which will enable us to draw up the contract immediately.You may call on the notary, M.Deschamps, Place Beauveau, Faubourg Saint-Honore, and you have my authority to inspect those deeds.""Sir," replied M.d'Epinay, "it is not, perhaps, the moment for Mademoiselle Valentine, who is in deep distress, to think of a husband; indeed, I fear" --"Valentine will have no greater pleasure than that of fulfilling her grandmother's last injunctions; there will be no obstacle from that quarter, I assure you.""In that case," replied Franz, "as I shall raise none, you may make arrangements when you please; I have pledged my word, and shall feel pleasure and happiness in adhering to it.""Then," said Villefort, "nothing further is required.The contract was to have been signed three days since; we shall find it all ready, and can sign it to-day.""But the mourning?" said Franz, hesitating.
"Don't be uneasy on that score," replied Villefort; "no ceremony will be neglected in my house.Mademoiselle de Villefort may retire during the prescribed three months to her estate of Saint-Meran; I say hers, for she inherits it to-day.There, after a few days, if you like, the civil marriage shall be celebrated without pomp or ceremony.
Madame de Saint-Meran wished her daughter should be married there.When that in over, you, sir, can return to Paris, while your wife passes the time of her mourning with her mother-in-law.""As you please, sir," said Franz.
"Then," replied M.de Villefort, "have the kindness to wait half an hour; Valentine shall come down into the drawing-room.I will send for M.Deschamps; we will read and sign the contract before we separate, and this evening Madame de Villefort; shall accompany Valentine to her estate, where we will rejoin them in a week.""Sir," said Franz, "I have one request to make.""What is it?"