The Count of Monte Cristo

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returned to consciousness. "Ah," she cried, "what a frightful dream!"

Villefort pressed her hand to let her know it was not a dream. They
looked for M. Danglars, but, as he was not especially 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 my