Граф Монте-Крісто

The King’s Closet at the Tuileries.

           

           "M.deVillefort,"saidLouisXVIII.,"theDucdeBlacasassuresmeyouhavesomeinterestinginformationtocommunicate."

           "Sire,thedukeisright,andIbelieveyourmajestywillthinkitequallyimportant."

           "Inthefirstplace,andbeforeeverythingelse,sir,isthenewsasbadinyouropinionasIamaskedtobelieve?"

           "Sire,Ibelieveittobemosturgent,butIhope,bythespeedIhaveused,thatitisnotirreparable."

           "Speakasfullyasyouplease,sir,"saidtheking,whobegantogivewaytotheemotionwhichhadshoweditselfinBlacas’sfaceandaffectedVillefort’svoice."Speak,sir,andpraybeginatthebeginning;Ilikeorderineverything."

           "Sire,"saidVillefort,"Iwillrenderafaithfulreporttoyourmajesty,butImustentreatyourforgivenessifmyanxietyleadstosomeobscurityinmylanguage."Aglanceatthekingafterthisdiscreetandsubtleexordium,assuredVillefortofthebenignityofhisaugustauditor,andhewenton:—

           "Sire,IhavecomeasrapidlytoParisaspossible,toinformyourmajestythatIhavediscovered,intheexerciseofmyduties,notacommonplaceandinsignificantplot,suchasiseverydaygotupinthelowerranksofthepeopleandinthearmy,butanactualconspiracyastormwhichmenacesnolessthanyourmajesty’sthrone.Sire,theusurperisarmingthreeships,hemeditatessomeproject,which,howevermad,isyet,perhaps,terrible.

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