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"
Oh
,
how
extraordinary
!
I
shall
complain
to
M.
de
Villefort
of
the
impertinence
of
his
servants
.
"
"
Madame
,
this
is
precaution
,
not
impertinence
;
no
one
enters
here
without
an
order
from
M.
d'Avrigny
,
or
without
speaking
to
the
procureur
.
"
"
Well
,
I
have
business
with
the
procureur
.
"
"
Is
it
pressing
business
?
"
"
You
can
imagine
so
,
since
I
have
not
even
brought
my
carriage
out
yet
.
But
enough
of
this
--
here
is
my
card
,
take
it
to
your
master
.
"
"
Madame
will
await
my
return
?
"
"
Yes
;
go
.
"
The
concierge
closed
the
door
,
leaving
Madame
Danglars
in
the
street
.
She
had
not
long
to
wait
;
directly
afterwards
the
door
was
opened
wide
enough
to
admit
her
,
and
when
she
had
passed
through
,
it
was
again
shut
.
Without
losing
sight
of
her
for
an
instant
,
the
concierge
took
a
whistle
from
his
pocket
as
soon
as
they
entered
the
court
,
and
blew
it
.
The
valet
de
chambre
appeared
on
the
door-steps
.
"
You
will
excuse
this
poor
fellow
,
madame
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
preceded
the
baroness
,
"
but
his
orders
are
precise
,
and
M.
de
Villefort
begged
me
to
tell
you
that
he
could
not
act
otherwise
.
"
In
the
court
showing
his
merchandise
,
was
a
tradesman
who
had
been
admitted
with
the
same
precautions
.
The
baroness
ascended
the
steps
;
she
felt
herself
strongly
infected
with
the
sadness
which
seemed
to
magnify
her
own
,
and
still
guided
by
the
valet
de
chambre
,
who
never
lost
sight
of
her
for
an
instant
,
she
was
introduced
to
the
magistrate
's
study
.
Preoccupied
as
Madame
Danglars
had
been
with
the
object
of
her
visit
,
the
treatment
she
had
received
from
these
underlings
appeared
to
her
so
insulting
,
that
she
began
by
complaining
of
it
.
But
Villefort
,
raising
his
head
,
bowed
down
by
grief
,
looked
up
at
her
with
so
sad
a
smile
that
her
complaints
died
upon
her
lips
.
"
Forgive
my
servants
,
"
he
said
,
"
for
a
terror
I
can
not
blame
them
for
;
from
being
suspected
they
have
become
suspicious
.
"
Madame
Danglars
had
often
heard
of
the
terror
to
which
the
magistrate
alluded
,
but
without
the
evidence
of
her
own
eyesight
she
could
never
have
believed
that
the
sentiment
had
been
carried
so
far
.
"
You
too
,
then
,
are
unhappy
?
"
she
said
.
"
Yes
,
madame
,
"
replied
the
magistrate
.
