The Count of Monte Cristo

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have done your duty, and your conscience will be at rest." Valentine
fell on her knees, and pressed her almost bursting heart. "Maximilian,"
said she, "Maximilian, my friend, my brother on earth, my true husband
in heaven, I entreat you, do as I do, live in suffering; perhaps we may
one day be united."

"Adieu, Valentine," repeated Morrel.

"My God," said Valentine, raising both her hands to heaven with a
sublime expression, "I have done my utmost to remain a submissive
daughter; I have begged, entreated, implored; he has regarded neither
my prayers, my entreaties, nor my tears. It is done," cried she, willing
away her tears, and resuming her firmness, "I am resolved not to die of
remorse, but rather of shame. Live, Maximilian, and I will be yours. Say
when shall it be? Speak, command, I will obey." Morrel, who had already
gone some few steps away, again returned, and pale with joy extended
both hands towards Valentine through the opening. "Valentine," said he,