The Count of Monte Cristo

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is all."

"Another attack of giddiness," said Morrel, clasping his hands. "Oh,
attend to it, Valentine, I entreat you."

"But no," said Valentine,--"no, I tell you it is all past, and it was
nothing. Now, let me tell you some news; Eugenie is to be married in
a week, and in three days there is to be a grand feast, a betrothal
festival. We are all invited, my father, Madame de Villefort, and I--at
least, I understood it so."

"When will it be our turn to think of these things? Oh, Valentine,
you who have so much influence over your grandpapa, try to make him
answer--Soon."

"And do you," said Valentine, "depend on me to stimulate the tardiness
and arouse the memory of grandpapa?"