The Accusation.

           M.D’Avrignysoonrestoredthemagistratetoconsciousness,whohadlookedlikeasecondcorpseinthatchamberofdeath."Oh,deathisinmyhouse!"criedVillefort.

           "Say,rather,crime!"repliedthedoctor.

           "M.d’Avrigny,"criedVillefort,"IcannottellyouallIfeelatthismomentterror,grief,madness."

           "Yes,"saidM.d’Avrigny,withanimposingcalmness,"butIthinkitisnowtimetoact.Ithinkitistimetostopthistorrentofmortality.Icannolongerbeartobeinpossessionofthesesecretswithoutthehopeofseeingthevictimsandsocietygenerallyrevenged."Villefortcastagloomylookaroundhim."Inmyhouse,"murmuredhe,"inmyhouse!"

           "Come,magistrate,"saidM.d’Avrigny,"showyourselfaman;asaninterpreterofthelaw,dohonortoyourprofessionbysacrificingyourselfishintereststoit."

           "Youmakemeshudder,doctor.Doyoutalkofasacrifice?"

           "Ido."

           "Doyouthensuspectanyone?"

           "Isuspectnoone;deathrapsatyourdooritentersitgoes,notblindfolded,butcircumspectly,fromroomtoroom.Well,Ifollowitscourse,Itrackitspassage;Iadoptthewisdomoftheancients,andfeelmyway,formyfriendshipforyourfamilyandmyrespectforyouareasatwofoldbandageovermyeyes;well"—

           "Oh,speak,speak,doctor;Ishallhavecourage.

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