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"
My
mistress
wishes
much
to
be
present
at
the
trial
.
"
"
Ah
,
"
said
Villefort
,
with
a
startling
accent
;
"
does
she
wish
that
?
"
--
The
man
drew
back
and
said
,
"
If
you
wish
to
go
alone
,
sir
,
I
will
go
and
tell
my
mistress
.
"
Villefort
remained
silent
for
a
moment
,
and
dented
his
pale
cheeks
with
his
nails
.
"
Tell
your
mistress
,
"
he
at
length
answered
,
"
that
I
wish
to
speak
to
her
,
and
I
beg
she
will
wait
for
me
in
her
own
room
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
Then
come
to
dress
and
shave
me
.
"
"
Directly
,
sir
.
"
The
valet
re-appeared
almost
instantly
,
and
,
having
shaved
his
master
,
assisted
him
to
dress
entirely
in
black
.
When
he
had
finished
,
he
said
--
"
My
mistress
said
she
should
expect
you
,
sir
,
as
soon
as
you
had
finished
dressing
.
"
"
I
am
going
to
her
.
"
And
Villefort
,
with
his
papers
under
his
arm
and
hat
in
hand
,
directed
his
steps
toward
the
apartment
of
his
wife
.
At
the
door
he
paused
for
a
moment
to
wipe
his
damp
,
pale
brow
.
He
then
entered
the
room
.
Madame
de
Villefort
was
sitting
on
an
ottoman
and
impatiently
turning
over
the
leaves
of
some
newspapers
and
pamphlets
which
young
Edward
,
by
way
of
amusing
himself
,
was
tearing
to
pieces
before
his
mother
could
finish
reading
them
.
She
was
dressed
to
go
out
,
her
bonnet
was
placed
beside
her
on
a
chair
,
and
her
gloves
were
on
her
hands
.
"
Ah
,
here
you
are
,
monsieur
,
"
she
said
in
her
naturally
calm
voice
;
"
but
how
pale
you
are
!
Have
you
been
working
all
night
?
Why
did
you
not
come
down
to
breakfast
?
Well
,
will
you
take
me
,
or
shall
I
take
Edward
?
"
Madame
de
Villefort
had
multiplied
her
questions
in
order
to
gain
one
answer
,
but
to
all
her
inquiries
M.
de
Villefort
remained
mute
and
cold
as
a
statue
.
"
Edward
,
"
said
Villefort
,
fixing
an
imperious
glance
on
the
child
,
"
go
and
play
in
the
drawing-room
,
my
dear
;
I
wish
to
speak
to
your
mamma
.
"
Madame
de
Villefort
shuddered
at
the
sight
of
that
cold
countenance
,
that
resolute
tone
,
and
the
awfully
strange
preliminaries
.
Edward
raised
his
head
,
looked
at
his
mother
,
and
then
,
finding
that
she
did
not
confirm
the
order
,
began
cutting
off
the
heads
of
his
leaden
soldiers
.
