Граф Монте-Крісто

The Judge.

           "Thevaletre-appearedalmostinstantly,and,havingshavedhismaster,assistedhimtodressentirelyinblack.Whenhehadfinished,hesaid

           "Mymistresssaidsheshouldexpectyou,sir,assoonasyouhadfinisheddressing."

           "Iamgoingtoher."AndVillefort,withhispapersunderhisarmandhatinhand,directedhisstepstowardtheapartmentofhiswife.Atthedoorhepausedforamomenttowipehisdamp,palebrow.Hethenenteredtheroom.MadamedeVillefortwassittingonanottomanandimpatientlyturningovertheleavesofsomenewspapersandpamphletswhichyoungEdward,bywayofamusinghimself,wastearingtopiecesbeforehismothercouldfinishreadingthem.Shewasdressedtogoout,herbonnetwasplacedbesideheronachair,andhergloveswereonherhands.

           "Ah,hereyouare,monsieur,"shesaidinhernaturallycalmvoice;"buthowpaleyouare!Haveyoubeenworkingallnight?Whydidyounotcomedowntobreakfast?Well,willyoutakeme,orshallItakeEdward?"MadamedeVilleforthadmultipliedherquestionsinordertogainoneanswer,buttoallherinquiriesM.deVillefortremainedmuteandcoldasastatue."Edward,"saidVillefort,fixinganimperiousglanceonthechild,"goandplayinthedrawing-room,mydear;Iwishtospeaktoyourmamma."MadamedeVillefortshudderedatthesightofthatcoldcountenance,thatresolutetone,andtheawfullystrangepreliminaries.

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