scarcely left before Danglars, with an energy of action those can alone understand who have seen Robert Macaire represented by Frédérick, exclaimed:
“Fool!”
Then enclosing Monte Cristo’s receipt in a little pocketbook, he added:—“Yes, come at twelve o’clock; I shall then be far away.”
Then he double-locked his door, emptied all his drawers, collected about fifty thousand francs in banknotes, burned several papers, left others exposed to view, and then commenced writing a letter which he addressed:
“To Madame la Baronne Danglars.”
“I will place it on her table myself tonight,” he murmured. Then taking a passport from his drawer he said—“Good, it is available for two months longer.”