correct; but when
it is not, there are fifty others in the world who would do better than
he."

Madame Danglars was rooted to the spot; she made a violent effort
to reply to this last attack, but she fell upon a chair thinking of
Villefort, of the dinner scene, of the strange series of misfortunes
which had taken place in her house during the last few days, and changed
the usual calm of her establishment to a scene of scandalous debate.
Danglars did not even look at her, though she did her best to faint.
He shut the bedroom door after him, without adding another word, and
returned to his apartments; and when Madame Danglars recovered from her
half-fainting condition, she could almost believe that she had had a
disagreeable dream.

Chapter 66. Matrimonial Projects.

The day following this scene, at the hour the banker usually chose to
pay a visit to Madame Danglars on his way to his office, his coupe
did not appear. At this time, that is, about half-past twelve, Madame
Danglars ordered her carriage, and went out. Danglars, hidden behind a
curtain, watched the departure he had been waiting for. He gave orders
that he should be informed as soon as Madame Danglars appeared; but at
two o'clock she had not returned. He then called for his horses, drove
to the Chamber, and inscribed his name to speak against the budget. From
twelve to two o'clock Danglars had remained in his study, unsealing his
dispatches, and becoming more and more sad every minute, heaping
figure upon figure, and receiving, among other visits, one from Major
Cavalcanti, who, as stiff and exact as ever, presented himself precisely
at the hour named the night before, to terminate his business with the
banker. On leaving the Chamber, Danglars, who had shown violent marks of
agitation during the sitting, and been more bitter than ever against the
ministry, re-entered his carriage, and told the coachman to drive to the
Avenue des Champs-Elysees, No. 30.

Monte Cristo was at home; only he was engaged with some one and begged
Danglars to wait for a moment in the drawing-room. While the banker was
waiting in the anteroom, the door opened, and a man dressed as an abbe
and doubtless more familiar with the house than he was, came in and
instead of waiting, merely bowed, passed on to the farther apartments,
and disappeared. A minute after the door by which the priest had entered
reopened, and Monte Cristo appeared. "Pardon me," said he, "my dear
baron, but one