He would be condemned to die, but he was about to die of grief and despair when this miraculous noise recalled him to life.
The jailer came in the evening.

Dantes was on his bed.

It seemed to him that thus he better guarded the unfinished opening.

Doubtless there was a strange expression in his eyes, for the jailer said, "Come, are you going mad again ?" Dantes did not answer; he feared that the emotion of his voice would betray him.

The jailer went away shaking his head.