Then I renewed the search.Supposing it had been thrown aside, it would probably be on the path which led to the little gate; but this examination was as useless as the first, and with a bursting heart I returned to the thicket, which now contained no hope for me.""Oh," cried Madame Danglars, "it was enough to drive you mad!""I hoped for a moment that it might," said Villefort; "but that happiness was denied me.However, recovering my strength and my ideas, `Why,' said I, `should that man have carried away the corpse?'""But you said," replied Madame Danglars, "he would require it as a proof.""Ah, no, madame, that could not be.Dead bodies are not kept a year; they are shown to a magistrate, and the evidence is taken.Now, nothing of the kind has happened.""What then?" asked Hermine, trembling violently.
"Something more terrible, more fatal, more alarming for us -- the child was, perhaps, alive, and the assassin may have saved it!"Madame Danglars uttered a piercing cry, and, seizing Villefort's hands, exclaimed, "My child was alive?" said she; "you buried my child alive? You were not certain my child was dead, and you buried it? Ah" --Madame Danglars had risen, and stood before the procureur, whose hands she wrung in her feeble grasp."I know not; Imerely suppose so, as I might suppose anything else,"replied Villefort with a look so fixed, it indicated that his powerful mind was on the verge of despair and madness.
"Ah, my child, my poor child!" cried the baroness, falling on her chair, and stifling her sobs in her handkerchief.
Villefort, becoming somewhat reassured, perceived that to avert the maternal storm gathering over his head, he must inspire Madame Danglars with the terror he felt."You understand, then, that if it were so," said he, rising in his turn, and approaching the baroness, to speak to her in a lower tone, "we are lost.This child lives, and some one knows it lives -- some one is in possession of our secret;and since Monte Cristo speaks before us of a child disinterred, when that child could not be found, it is he who is in possession of our secret.""Just God, avenging God!" murmured Madame Danglars.
Villefort's only answer was a stifled groan.
"But the child -- the child, sir?" repeated the agitated mother.
