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The
Benedetto
affair
,
as
it
was
called
at
the
Palais
,
and
by
people
in
general
,
had
produced
a
tremendous
sensation
.
Frequenting
the
Cafe
de
Paris
,
the
Boulevard
de
Gand
,
and
the
Bois
de
Boulogne
,
during
his
brief
career
of
splendor
,
the
false
Cavalcanti
had
formed
a
host
of
acquaintances
.
The
papers
had
related
his
various
adventures
,
both
as
the
man
of
fashion
and
the
galley-slave
;
and
as
every
one
who
had
been
personally
acquainted
with
Prince
Andrea
Cavalcanti
experienced
a
lively
curiosity
in
his
fate
,
they
all
determined
to
spare
no
trouble
in
endeavoring
to
witness
the
trial
of
M.
Benedetto
for
the
murder
of
his
comrade
in
chains
.
In
the
eyes
of
many
,
Benedetto
appeared
,
if
not
a
victim
to
,
at
least
an
instance
of
,
the
fallibility
of
the
law
.
M.
Cavalcanti
,
his
father
,
had
been
seen
in
Paris
,
and
it
was
expected
that
he
would
re-appear
to
claim
the
illustrious
outcast
.
Many
,
also
,
who
were
not
aware
of
the
circumstances
attending
his
withdrawal
from
Paris
,
were
struck
with
the
worthy
appearance
,
the
gentlemanly
bearing
,
and
the
knowledge
of
the
world
displayed
by
the
old
patrician
,
who
certainly
played
the
nobleman
very
well
,
so
long
as
he
said
nothing
,
and
made
no
arithmetical
calculations
.
As
for
the
accused
himself
,
many
remembered
him
as
being
so
amiable
,
so
handsome
,
and
so
liberal
,
that
they
chose
to
think
him
the
victim
of
some
conspiracy
,
since
in
this
world
large
fortunes
frequently
excite
the
malevolence
and
jealousy
of
some
unknown
enemy
.
Every
one
,
therefore
,
ran
to
the
court
;
some
to
witness
the
sight
,
others
to
comment
upon
it
.
From
seven
o'clock
in
the
morning
a
crowd
was
stationed
at
the
iron
gates
,
and
an
hour
before
the
trial
commenced
the
hall
was
full
of
the
privileged
.
Before
the
entrance
of
the
magistrates
,
and
indeed
frequently
afterwards
,
a
court
of
justice
,
on
days
when
some
especial
trial
is
to
take
place
,
resembles
a
drawing-room
where
many
persons
recognize
each
other
and
converse
if
they
can
do
so
without
losing
their
seats
;
or
,
if
they
are
separated
by
too
great
a
number
of
lawyers
,
communicate
by
signs
.
It
was
one
of
the
magnificent
autumn
days
which
make
amends
for
a
short
summer
;
the
clouds
which
M.
de
Villefort
had
perceived
at
sunrise
had
all
disappeared
as
if
by
magic
,
and
one
of
the
softest
and
most
brilliant
days
of
September
shone
forth
in
all
its
splendor
.
Beauchamp
,
one
of
the
kings
of
the
press
,
and
therefore
claiming
the
right
of
a
throne
everywhere
,
was
eying
everybody
through
his
monocle
.
He
perceived
Chateau
--
Renaud
and
Debray
,
who
had
just
gained
the
good
graces
of
a
sergeant-at-arms
,
and
who
had
persuaded
the
latter
to
let
them
stand
before
,
instead
of
behind
him
,
as
they
ought
to
have
done
.
The
worthy
sergeant
had
recognized
the
minister
's
secretary
and
the
millionnaire
,
and
,
by
way
of
paying
extra
attention
to
his
noble
neighbors
,
promised
to
keep
their
places
while
they
paid
a
visit
to
Beauchamp
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Beauchamp
,
"
we
shall
see
our
friend
!
"
"
Yes
,
indeed
!
"
replied
Debray
.
"
That
worthy
prince
.
Deuce
take
those
Italian
princes
!
"
"
A
man
,
too
,
who
could
boast
of
Dante
for
a
genealogist
,
and
could
reckon
back
to
the
'
Divine
Comedy
.
'
"
"
A
nobility
of
the
rope
!
"
said
Chateau
--
Renaud
phlegmatically
.
"
He
will
be
condemned
,
will
he
not
?
"
asked
Debray
of
Beauchamp
.
