"There is a good deed to be done there, and I, who have nothing to lose, shall follow him."
Madame Caraman looked smilingly at her.
"I see," she said, simply, "there is nothing to be done but to let you have your way."
Clary had expected more resistance. She burst into tears, and threw her arms around Madame Caraman's neck, and the governess tenderly kissed the young girl.
John now opened the door, and told them the carriage was ready.
"Forward!" exclaimed Madame Caraman, cheerfully, "and let us pray to God that we return again in good health."
On the way to the harbor, Clary wept silently. Madame Caraman wisely kept her thoughts to herself.
"I was once young myself," she muttered to herself, "and I know how it looks in an eighteen-year-old girl's heart. Yes, if I were twenty years younger, I don't know but that I would fall in love with this Count of Monte-Cristo myself."
Had Madame Caraman discovered Clary's secret?