their future. I also was married at the death-bed of my mother, and certainly I have not been less happy on that account."
"Still that idea of death, madame!" said Villefort.
"Still?—Always! I tell you I am going to die—do you understand? Well, before dying, I wish to see my son-in-law. I wish to tell him to make my child happy; I wish to read in his eyes whether he intends to obey me;—in fact, I will know him—I will!" continued the old lady. with a fearful expression, "that I may rise from the depths of my grave to find him, if he should not fulfill his duty!"
"Madame," said Villefort, "you must lay aside these excited ideas, which almost assume the appearance of madness. The dead, once buried in their graves, rise no more."
"And I tell you, sir, that you are mistaken. This night I have had a fearful sleep. It seemed as though my soul were already hovering over my body; my eyes, which I tried to open, closed against my will; and what will appear impossible above all to you, sir, I saw with my eyes shut, in the spot where you are now standing, issuing from that corner where there is a door leading into Madame Villefort's dressing-room—I saw, I tell you, silently enter, a white figure."
Valentine screamed.
"It was the fever that disturbed you, madame," said Villefort.
"Doubt, if you please, but I am sure of what I say. I saw a white figure; and as if to prevent my discrediting the testimony of only one of my senses, I heard my glass moved—moved, I say; the same, the very same, which is there now on the table."
"Oh! dear mother, it was a dream."
"So little was it a dream, that I stretched my hand toward the bell; but when I did so, the shade disappeared; my maid then entered with a light."
"But you saw no one?"
"Phantoms are visible to those only who ought to see them. It was the soul of my husband?—Well, if my husband's soul can come to me, why should not my soul re-appear to guard my granddaughter? the tie is even more direct, it seems to me."
"Oh! madame," said Villefort, deeply affected, in spite of himself, "do not yield to those gloomy thoughts; you will long live with us, happy, loved, and honored, and we will make you forget"
"Never, never, never!" said the marchioness. "When does M. d'Epinay return?"
"We expect him every moment."
"It is well. As soon as he arrives, inform me. We must be expeditious. And then I also wish to see a notary, that I may be assured that all our property goes to Valentine."
