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Updated: May 27, 2025
Monsieur de Villefort was not alone Dr. d'Avigny accompanied his patient, and whispered a word in his ear now and then. Villefort was only a ruin now. His hanging lower lip and glassy eyes impressed the spectators and the bench sadly, and even those who were accustomed to be attacked by him in the days of his power as a district-attorney now only felt pity for the man who had fallen so low.
But one thing I can do; I can tell Valentine who she is, and Monsieur de Flambois and Monsieur d'Avigny will corroborate my words. Valentine, you, whom I have so often called daughter, look at me and listen to my words. You are the daughter of the Rajah Duttjah and his wife Naya.
"I thought as much," muttered d'Avigny to himself, while Flambois looked at his former chief as if the latter were talking Sanscrit. "When I married Renee de St. Meran," continued Monsieur de Villefort, after a short pause, "I was a young and ambitious official. My wife was also ambitious, and we were fitted in that respect for one another.
As Maximilian entered, both men remembered the sorrowful circumstances under which they had met before, and, deeply moved, they shook each other's hand. "Doctor," said Maximilian in a solemn voice, "I do not come to the physician but to the friend of the Villefort family." D'Avigny bowed and Morrel continued: "Can you tell me how Monsieur de Villefort is getting on?"
Villefort gazed at Valentine as if she were a spectre; but tears fell on the young girl's cheeks, and his lean hands were crossed as if in prayer. "Father, dearly beloved father!" stammered Valentine, weepingly, "why do you not speak? Have you no word of welcome for your Valentine?" "Monsieur de Flambois, do you still doubt?" asked d'Avigny, softly.
Give me the papers and I will give you the translation to-morrow." "Here are the papers," said Flambois, thoughtfully. They then separated. The next day, as D'Avigny was sitting with his daughter, Julie, Valentine and Maximilian at table, a light knock was heard at the door, and in obedience to the summons to come in, Ali, Monte-Cristo's black servant, appeared on the threshold.
The entrance of the servant, who announced the arrival of Monsieur de Flambois and Monsieur d'Avigny, put an end to the conversation. The old physician immediately conducted Monsieur de Flambois to the bedside of his patient, whose eyes lighted up when he recognized the district-attorney.
The old physician also went away, and immediately afterward Morrel conducted his sister and Valentine into the private office of the doctor. Monsieur d'Avigny with deep emotion drew the young girl, who was attired in deep mourning, to his bosom, while the tears fell on Valentine's cheeks. "My dearly beloved child," he said, with tenderness.
He then narrated to the astonished physician the extraordinary circumstance of Valentine's rescue from death. He told the dangers Monte-Cristo had undergone for her; how he had made the poisoned goblet of Madame de Villefort harmless, and how he had rescued him, too, from a suicide's death. "And who is this Count of Monte-Cristo?" asked D'Avigny when Maximilian had ended.
D'Avigny laid his hand on Villefort's arm and wished to take his patient with him, but the former district-attorney shook his head vigorously and said, rather sharply: "I do not wish to go yet, I have something to say." "Speak then, we are listening," said the judge, surprised.
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