The Son of Monte-Cristo, Volume I (of 2)

d'Avigny accompanied his patient, and

rs and the bench sadly, and even those who were accustomed to be attacked by him in the day

arose and delivered the fo

company his patient to-day. Before I subp?naed Monsieur de Villefort I inquired of his physician whether he cou

illefort's condition is hopeless, and would not be changed in any way by

ughout the room. The veiled lady looked keenly at the man, before whose gaze criminals were wo

s toward Monsieur de Villefort, and almost immediately a

urther. Villefort tried to rise, and made strenuous efforts to stamme

ou able to answer a few quest

d stammered with so

udge, turning toward th

obeyed t

nd tell me, upon your conscience, whether you uphold the

" or else the most accomplished hypocrite in existence. He claspe

father-

who was gradually recovering his voice, and to the astonish

the judge, "you yourself have

his hand to

impossible-my children were ki

night of the 27th and

tten nothing-that

d death by a miracl

attempt at assassination, and the murderer thought he was liftin

acknowledg

laughed ma

ter and murderer otherwise? Oh, it is all right-the house in Aute

an hand toward Benedett

ave murdered already a

nothing on earth could make me increase my crimes! Father

the room, and Benedetto, encoura

rgive. If I could only have stammered your name and dan

nconscious in her seat. Her companion busied himself with her, and

e-or all

ly, "you are discharged! Whatever your faults

take his patient with him, but the former district-att

go yet, I have s

listening," said t

began, "you have heard the contrite words of the man w

fort," exclaimed t

ould have been the only good action of my life if I had freed the world of such a rascal and monster. Benedetto neither regrets nor forgives. I, his father, ought to know him. He is playing a well-studied part. Gentlemen of the jury

Brutus, delivered over his own son to the law. Like the judgment day the words rang through the room, "I move that he be condemned to death." A

Beauchamp to Chateau-Ren

glars was struggling with a fai

dame Danglars is not a model of virtue; who kno

ray might kn

ng. I'll wager that his speech will b

the court-room, and began to speak, throwing all the b

who soil their judicial ermine in the lowest passions of mankind, and ther

ly for his client and the judge had charged the jur

have you agreed upon a v

the court-room, the spectators

we find the prisoner guilty, w

ors clapped

u anything to say?

edetto, in a calm

rt is, that you be sent

ho had accompanied Madame Danglars glided toward the bar

t our word,

ut the

d. More we cannot do at

laced in a coach and driven to Bicetre. He was placed in a filthy jail, and then left to himself

terested in you. You don't remember me, perhaps. 'Twas I who brough

dy, and how did

ppears to be over forty. As for me,

door was opened,

tto! Be

ering through the grate

want?" he g

your m

moth

es

favor to a

g to do anyt

ing to stay

e France on the 2

ail from M

es

t wish me to see your face or learn your secret. But

her son, whose hypocritical words

e you before I s

s a letter from one of my comrades to whom I am under deep

usual caution deserted her, and as she slipped the

of Baron Danglars, and the mother of the girl he was to have m

aid. "Do not fo