Here Madame Danglars, instead of being calmed by the soft picture, uttered a groan and fainted.
"Madame Danglars is ill," said Villefort; "it would be better to take her to her carriage."
"Oh! and I have forgotten my smelling-bottle!" said Monte-Cristo.
"I have mine," said Madame de Villefort; and she passed over to Monte-Cristo a bottle full of the same kind of red liquid whose good properties the count had tested on Edward.
"Ah!" said Monte-Cristo, taking it from her hand.
"Yes," she said, "at your advice I have tried."
"And have you succeeded?"
"I think so."
Madame Danglars was carried into the adjoining room; Monte-Cristo dropped a very small portion of the red liquid upon her lips; she returned to consciousness.
"Ah!" she cried, "what a frightful dream!"
Villefort pressed her hand to let her know it was not a dream. Danglars was sought, but, little interested in poetical ideas, he had gone into the garden, and was talking with Major Cavalcanti on the projected railway from Leghorn to Florence. Monte-Cristo seemed in despair. He took the arm of Madame Danglars, and conducted her into the garden, where they found Danglars taking coffee between the Cavalcanti.
"Really, madame," he said, "did I alarm you much?"
"Oh, no, sir," she answered, "but, you know, things impress us differently, according to the mood of our minds." Villefort forced a laugh.
"And then, you know," he said, "an idea, a supposition, is sufficient."
"Well," said Monte-Cristo, "you may believe me if you like, but it is belief that a crime has been committed in this house."
"Take care!" said Madame de Villefort, "the procureur du roi is here."
"Ah!" replied Monte-Cristo, "since that is the case, I will take advantage of his presence to make my declaration."
"Your declaration!" said Villefort.
"Yes, before witnesses."
"Oh, this is very interesting," said Debray; "if there really has been a crime, we will investigate it."
"There has been a crime," said Monte-Cristo. "Come this way, gentlemen; come, M. Villefort, for a declaration, to be available, should be made before the competent authorities."
He then took Villefort's arm, and, at the same time, holding that of Madame Danglars under his own, he dragged the procureur to the plantain tree, where the shade was thickest. All the other guests followed.
