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Updated: June 23, 2025
Maurice raised the child in his arms, and Madame Darbois led him quickly to Esperance's little room where he laid the light form on its little bed. Francois Darbois moistened her temples quickly with Eau de Cologne. Madame Darbois supported Esperance's head, holding a little ether to her nose.
"For Espérance's sake, for my sake, for your daughter's sake, destroy that answer as soon as received and without reading it!" exclaimed the young Italian, wildly, his pallor increasing to such a degree that his face resembled that of a corpse. "Should I be mad enough to do so," said M. Dantès, calmly, "with it all hope of your marriage with Zuleika would perish!"
The smile she brought to Esperance's lips chased away the nebulous uncertainties, and so she wrote her letter to her dear little "Countess-mama," as she had called her since her engagement. When her mother came with the philosopher's message and saw the letter, she was delighted with the phrasing and thanked her daughter warmly for the joy it would give her father.
The Count was intoxicated by the light perfume of Esperance's body there so near him that he seemed almost to touch her. His strong hands rose and fell beside her delicate fingers, making the young girl think of a great hawk fluttering over white pigeons, at the farm of Penhouet in Brittany, where for years she had spent her holidays.
Esperance looks a little better, had you not better go away?" "But I cannot leave you all alone like this." He took Esperance's hand, and it seemed to him that warmth came back into it. Esperance opened her eyes. Still half unconscious, she looked at him curiously, then she cried sharply out, "Have mercy, go away, go away!" And she gave way to hysterical sobs.
Albert broke this restless silence, and said, as he took Esperance's hand, "I love you, Esperance, and I will do all that is in my power or beyond it to make you happy." "I believe you, Albert, and I hope to be worthy of so devoted a love." He looked at her very penetratingly. "I know that you are not yet in love with me."
It is simply one of those ambiguous phrases which are used every day. Why notice it?" The sound of Esperance's voice cut short their discussion. "What are you talking about?" she called out. "Nothing at all," returned Maurice, "that is, only stupid things you would not understand."
"All the world has not the candour of a Count Styvens," he said. This unfortunate sentence exactly answered a fleeting thought that was passing in Esperance's brain. "So much the worse for 'all the world," she said quietly and left him. Her father and Doctor Potain came in at this moment. "What are you plotting against me?" she said, going up to them. Francois caressed her velvet cheek.
She was his goddess; he adored her but felt unworthy of her. With resignation Francois charged his wife to find out Esperance's state of mind, but these were futile efforts. Madame Darbois could never approach the burning question; she hovered round it with such uncertainty that Esperance never for an instant suspected her mother's real motive in the long talks they had together.
And he put his horse across the fields. Esperance's horse did not follow the bend of the road as Styvens had expected. Blinded by fright, it made straight ahead towards the cliffs. Once on the rocks, there was the precipice and certain death. The Count's horse leapt as if it understood what it had to do.
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