So life went on for them as it does for those who are not victims of misfortune and whose activities glide along mechanically and tranquilly beneath the eye of providence.
But beneath this superficial calm there were in the heart of the young man, and perhaps in that of the old man, many repressed desires, many stifled sighs, which found vent when Faria was left alone, and when Edmond returned to his cell.

One night Edmond awoke suddenly, believing that he heard some one calling him.

He opened his eyes upon utter darkness.

His name, or rather a plaintive voice which essayed to pronounce his name, reached him.

He sat up in bed and a cold sweat broke out upon his brow.