The Evening of the Betrothal.

           Villeforthad,aswehavesaid,hastenedbacktoMadamedeSaint–Meran’sinthePlaceduGrandCours,andonenteringthehousefoundthattheguestswhomhehadleftattableweretakingcoffeeinthesalon.Reneewas,withalltherestofthecompany,anxiouslyawaitinghim,andhisentrancewasfollowedbyageneralexclamation.

           "Well,Decapitator,GuardianoftheState,Royalist,Brutus,whatisthematter?"saidone."Speakout."

           "ArewethreatenedwithafreshReignofTerror?"askedanother.

           "HastheCorsicanogrebrokenloose?"criedathird.

           "Marquise,"saidVillefort,approachinghisfuturemother-inlaw,"Irequestyourpardonforthusleavingyou.Willthemarquishonormebyafewmoments’privateconversation?"

           "Ah,itisreallyaseriousmatter,then?"askedthemarquis,remarkingthecloudonVillefort’sbrow.

           "SoseriousthatImusttakeleaveofyouforafewdays;so,"addedhe,turningtoRenee,"judgeforyourselfifitbenotimportant."

           "Youaregoingtoleaveus?"criedRenee,unabletohideheremotionatthisunexpectedannouncement.

           "Alas,"returnedVillefort,"Imust!"

           "Where,then,areyougoing?"askedthemarquise.

           "That,madame,isanofficialsecret;butifyouhaveanycommissionsforParis,afriendofmineisgoingthereto-night,andwillwithpleasureundertakethem."Theguestslookedateachother.

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