he was going to the Catalans, and he is going to the city.
Hallo, Fernand!"

"Oh, you don't see straight," said Danglars; "he's gone
right enough."

"Well," said Caderousse, "I should have said not -- how
treacherous wine is!"

"Come, come," said Danglars to himself, "now the thing is at
work and it will effect its purpose unassisted."



Chapter 5
The Marriage-Feast.

The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent, touching the
foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light.

The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La
Reserve, with whose arbor the reader is already familiar.
The apartment destined for the purpose was spacious and
lighted by a number of windows, over each of which was
written in golden letters for some inexplicable reason the
name of one of the principal cities of France; beneath these
windows a wooden balcony extended the entire length of the
house. And although the entertainment was fixed for twelve
o'clock, an hour previous to that time the balcony was
filled with impatient and expectant guests, consisting of