"I confess it did not surprise me. I did not wish to wound Monte-Cristo by overtaking him."
"Monte-Cristo," murmured Madame Caraman; "ah, my darling, take care."
CHAPTER XLVIII
THE WEDDING BREAKFAST
The Crocodile sped swiftly along that day. Clary, who had become tired, went to sleep, while the governess sat in a chair near the bed and dreamed.
The night passed, and the next morning Clary asked the captain whether they were in sight of land.
"Yes," replied the captain.
"And how long will it be before we enter the harbor?"