Danglars said nothing. He was already dreading the inevitable fight with his wife, whose expression promised a major storm. Debray, sensing the gathering tension and having no desire to witness his friend's rage, suddenly remembered an urgent appointment and excused himself. Monte Cristo, not wanting to overstay his welcome and ruin the advantages he hoped to gain, made his farewells and departed, leaving Danglars to face his wife's fury alone.
"Excellent," Monte Cristo murmured to himself as he left. "Everything went exactly as planned. The peace of this household is now in my hands. Next, I'll make another move that will win me the gratitude of both husband and wife, delightful! Though," he added with his peculiar smile, "I still haven't met their daughter, Mademoiselle Eugénie Danglars. I would have liked to make her acquaintance. But I'm here in the city now, with plenty of time ahead of me. That can wait."
With these thoughts, he entered his carriage and went home.
