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"Unfortunately, madame," answered Villefort, "the strong arm of the law is not called upon to interfere until the evil has taken place." "Then all he has got to do is to endeavor to repair it." "Nay, madame, the law is frequently powerless to effect this; all it can do is to avenge the wrong done."
We saw in a preceding chapter how Madame Danglars went formally to announce to Madame de Villefort the approaching marriage of Eugenie Danglars and M. Andrea Cavalcanti. This announcement, which implied or appeared to imply, the approval of all the persons concerned in this momentous affair, had been preceded by a scene to which our readers must be admitted.
"A telegraph. So now I have told my secret." "A telegraph?" repeated Madame de Villefort. "Yes, a telegraph.
"Allow me to observe, madame," said the count, with that kind tone he could assume so well, "you are really very severe with that dear clever child." "Oh, sometimes severity is quite necessary," replied Madame de Villefort, with all a mother's real firmness.
But though she looked grimly at M. Villefort, M. Renard was uncomfortably uncertain that it was he to whom she referred. "Go and bring them to me," she commanded, "Go and bring them to me before some one else engages them. I want to talk to that girl." It was astonishing how agreeable she made herself to her victims when she had fairly entrapped them.
"M. de Saint-Meran had always expressed a desire, in case his death happened during his absence from Paris, that his body might be brought to the family vault. I had him put into a leaden coffin, and I am preceding him by a few days." "Oh, my poor mother," said Villefort, "to have such duties to perform at your age after such a blow!"
Bonnac, her eyes overflowed with tears of pleasure, and the further conversation of Count De Villefort perfectly dissipated every doubt, as to the past and future conduct of him, to whom she now restored, without fear, the esteem and affection, with which she had formerly received him.
"Father," said Benedetto, "I am asked for proofs, do you wish me to give them?" "No, no, it is useless," stammered M. de Villefort in a hoarse voice; "no, it is useless!" "How useless?" cried the president, "what do you mean?" "I mean that I feel it impossible to struggle against this deadly weight which crushes me. Gentlemen, I know I am in the hands of an avenging God!
"Have you anything to say, prisoner?" asked the judge. "No, sir, these honest people unfortunately tell the truth," said Benedetto, meekly. A murmur of applause ran round the room. When all was calm again the clerk exclaimed: "Monsieur Noirtier de Villefort!"
And M. de Villefort, giving the key to d'Avrigny, again bade farewell to the strange doctor, and retired to his study, where he began to work. For some temperaments work is a remedy for all afflictions. As the doctors entered the street, they saw a man in a cassock standing on the threshold of the next door. "This is the abbe of whom I spoke," said the doctor to d'Avrigny.
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