Граф Монте-Кристо

The Indictment.

           

           "Areyoulookingforanything,Mr.Procureur?"askedBenedetto,withhismostingratiatingsmile.M.deVillefortanswerednothing,butsat,orratherthrewhimselfdownagainuponhischair."Andnow,prisoner,willyouconsenttotellyourname?"saidthepresident."Thebrutalaffectationwithwhichyouhaveenumeratedandclassifiedyourcrimescallsforaseverereprimandonthepartofthecourt,bothinthenameofmorality,andfortherespectduetohumanity.Youappeartoconsiderthisapointofhonor,anditmaybeforthisreason,thatyouhavedelayedacknowledgingyourname.Youwishedittobeprecededbyallthesetitles."

           "Itisquitewonderful,Mr.President,howentirelyyouhavereadmythoughts,"saidBenedetto,inhissoftestvoiceandmostpolitemanner."Thisis,indeed,thereasonwhyIbeggedyoutoaltertheorderofthequestions."Thepublicastonishmenthadreacheditsheight.Therewasnolongeranydeceitorbravadointhemanneroftheaccused.Theaudiencefeltthatastartlingrevelationwastofollowthisominousprelude.

           "Well,"saidthepresident;"yourname?"

           "Icannottellyoumyname,sinceIdonotknowit;butIknowmyfather’s,andcantellittoyou."

           ApainfulgiddinessoverwhelmedVillefort;greatdropsofacridsweatfellfromhisfaceuponthepaperswhichheheldinhisconvulsedhand.

           "Repeatyourfather’sname,"saidthepresident.

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