At length, about the hour the governor had appointed, footsteps were heard on the stairs.

Edmond felt that the moment had arrived, summoned up all his courage, held his breath, and would have been happy if at the same time he could have repressed the throbbing of his veins.

The footsteps--they were double--paused at the door--and Dantes guessed that the two grave-diggers had come to seek him--this idea was soon converted into certainty, when he heard the noise they made in putting down the hand-bier.

The door opened, and a dim light reached Dantes' eyes through the coarse sack that covered him; he saw two shadows approach his bed, a third remaining at the door with a torch in its hand.

The two men, approaching the ends of the bed, took the sack by its extremities.
"He's heavy though for an old and thin man," said one, as he raised the head.
"They say every year adds half a pound to the weight of the bones," said another, lifting the feet.
"Have you tied the knot ?" inquired the first speaker.
"What would be the use of carrying so much more weight ?" was the reply, "I can do that when we get there." "Yes, you're right," replied the companion.
"What's the knot for ?" thought Dantes.
They deposited the supposed corpse on the bier.