Граф Монте-Крісто

The Judge.

           Villefortlookedforaninstantwithagloomyexpression,then,suddenly,takingitupwithanervousmotion,heswalloweditscontentsatonedraught.Itmighthavebeenthoughtthathehopedthebeveragewouldbemortal,andthathesoughtfordeathtodeliverhimfromadutywhichhewouldratherdiethanfulfil.Hethenrose,andpacedhisroomwithasmileitwouldhavebeenterribletowitness.Thechocolatewasinoffensive,forM.deVillefortfeltnoeffects.Thebreakfast-hourarrived,butM.deVillefortwasnotattable.Thevaletre-entered.

           "MadamedeVillefortwishestoremindyou,sir,"hesaid,"thateleveno’clockhasjuststruck,andthatthetrialcommencesattwelve."

           "Well,"saidVillefort,"whatthen?"

           "MadamedeVillefortisdressed;sheisquiteready,andwishestoknowifsheistoaccompanyyou,sir?"

           "Whereto?"

           "TothePalais."

           "Whattodo?"

           "Mymistresswishesmuchtobepresentatthetrial."

           "Ah,"saidVillefort,withastartlingaccent;"doesshewishthat?"Themandrewbackandsaid,"Ifyouwishtogoalone,sir,Iwillgoandtellmymistress."Villefortremainedsilentforamoment,anddentedhispalecheekswithhisnails."Tellyourmistress,"heatlengthanswered,"thatIwishtospeaktoher,andIbegshewillwaitformeinherownroom."

           "Yes,sir."

           "Thencometodressandshaveme."

           "Directly,sir.

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