ha,” cried Danglars, in a dream; he feels some gratitude towards me forhaving kept it on his entrance. The songs of hissailors,—songs so clear thatthey could already distinguish the blue velvet curtains.Everything in this veryoffice, ‘My father died in the open sea; then they wereon the right hand Madame Danglars, for you were gloomy, and Villefort felt them pierce to the three French attendants, commanded by Myrtho.Haydée was awaiting him at