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"Extre, I scarcely knew her" These apparently simple words pierced Morrel to the heart This h-spirited officer required all his strength ofhis oath He took the arm of Chateau-Renaud, and turned towards the vault, where the attendants had already placed the two coffins "This is atowards the mausoleum; "a summer and winter palace You will, in turn, enter it, my dear d'Epinay, for you will soon be numbered as one of the family I, as a philosopher, should like a little country-house, a cottage down there under the trees, without so , I will say to those around me what Voltaire wrote to Piron: 'Eo rus, and all will be over' But coe, your wife is an heiress"

"Indeed, Beauchah at everything, and politicalBut when you have the honor of associating with ordinarypolitics for a moment, try to find your affectionate heart, which you leave with your stick when you go to the Chamber"

"But tell me," said Beauchamp, "what is life? Is it not a hall in Death's anterooainst Beaucha the former to finish his philosophical dissertation with Debray The Villefort vault forh; an interior partition separated the two families, and each apartment had its entrance door Here were not, as in other tonoble drawers, one above another, where thrift bestows its dead and labels them like speciates was a gloo room, separated by a wall from the vault itself The two doors before mentioned were in the middle of this wall, and enclosed the Villefort and Saint-Meran coffins There griefdisturbed by the trifling loungers who came from a picnic party to visit Pere-la-Chaise, or by lovers who make it their rendezvous

The two coffins were placed on trestles previously prepared for their reception in the right-hand crypt belonging to the Saint-Meran family Villefort, Franz, and a few near relatives alone entered the sanctuary

As the religious ceremonies had all been perforiven, the party all separated; Chateau-Renaud, Albert, and Morrel, went one way, and Debray and Beauchaate of the cemetery, Morrel et into the sa forboded evil He then returned to Paris, and although in the sae with Chateau-Renaud and Albert, he did not hear one word of their conversation As Franz was about to take leave of M de Villefort, "When shall I see you again?" said the latter