She passed the night thus.

The lamp went out for want of oil, but she paid no heed to the darkness, and dawn came, but she knew not that it was day.

Grief had made her blind to all but one object--that was Edmond.
"Ah, you are there," said she, at length, turning towards Fernand.
"I have not quitted you since yesterday," returned Fernand sorrowfully.
M.Morrel had not readily given up the fight.

He had learned that Dantes had been taken to prison, and he had gone to all his friends, and the influential persons of the city; but the report was already in circulation that Dantes was arrested as a Bonapartist agent; and as the most sanguine looked upon any attempt of Napoleon to remount the throne as impossible, he met with nothing but refusal, and had returned home in despair, declaring that the matter was serious and that nothing more could be done.
Caderousse was equally restless and uneasy, but instead of seeking, like M.Morrel, to aid Dantes, he had shut himself up with two bottles of black currant brandy, in the hope of drowning reflection.

But he did not succeed, and became too intoxicated to fetch any more drink, and yet not so intoxicated as to forget what had happened.