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"
Your
age
?
"
repeated
the
president
.
"
I
am
twenty-one
years
old
,
or
rather
I
shall
be
in
a
few
days
,
as
I
was
born
the
night
of
the
27th
of
September
,
1817
.
"
M.
de
Villefort
,
who
was
busy
taking
down
some
notes
,
raised
his
head
at
the
mention
of
this
date
.
"
Where
were
you
born
?
"
continued
the
president
.
"
At
Auteuil
,
near
Paris
.
"
M.
de
Villefort
a
second
time
raised
his
head
,
looked
at
Benedetto
as
if
he
had
been
gazing
at
the
head
of
Medusa
,
and
became
livid
.
As
for
Benedetto
,
he
gracefully
wiped
his
lips
with
a
fine
cambric
pocket-handkerchief
.
"
Your
profession
?
"
"
First
I
was
a
forger
,
"
answered
Andrea
,
as
calmly
as
possible
;
"
then
I
became
a
thief
,
and
lately
have
become
an
assassin
.
"
A
murmur
,
or
rather
storm
,
of
indignation
burst
from
all
parts
of
the
assembly
.
The
judges
themselves
appeared
to
be
stupefied
,
and
the
jury
manifested
tokens
of
disgust
for
cynicism
so
unexpected
in
a
man
of
fashion
.
M.
de
Villefort
pressed
his
hand
upon
his
brow
,
which
,
at
first
pale
,
had
become
red
and
burning
;
then
he
suddenly
arose
and
looked
around
as
though
he
had
lost
his
senses
--
he
wanted
air
.
"
Are
you
looking
for
anything
,
Mr.
Procureur
?
"
asked
Benedetto
,
with
his
most
ingratiating
smile
.
M.
de
Villefort
answered
nothing
,
but
sat
,
or
rather
threw
himself
down
again
upon
his
chair
.
"
And
now
,
prisoner
,
will
you
consent
to
tell
your
name
?
"
said
the
president
.
"
The
brutal
affectation
with
which
you
have
enumerated
and
classified
your
crimes
calls
for
a
severe
reprimand
on
the
part
of
the
court
,
both
in
the
name
of
morality
,
and
for
the
respect
due
to
humanity
.
You
appear
to
consider
this
a
point
of
honor
,
and
it
may
be
for
this
reason
,
that
you
have
delayed
acknowledging
your
name
.
You
wished
it
to
be
preceded
by
all
these
titles
.
"
"
It
is
quite
wonderful
,
Mr.
President
,
how
entirely
you
have
read
my
thoughts
,
"
said
Benedetto
,
in
his
softest
voice
and
most
polite
manner
.
"
This
is
,
indeed
,
the
reason
why
I
begged
you
to
alter
the
order
of
the
questions
.
"
The
public
astonishment
had
reached
its
height
.
There
was
no
longer
any
deceit
or
bravado
in
the
manner
of
the
accused
.
The
audience
felt
that
a
startling
revelation
was
to
follow
this
ominous
prelude
.
"
Well
,
"
said
the
president
;
"
your
name
?
"
"
I
can
not
tell
you
my
name
,
since
I
do
not
know
it
;
but
I
know
my
father
's
,
and
can
tell
it
to
you
.
"
A
painful
giddiness
overwhelmed
Villefort
;
great
drops
of
acrid
sweat
fell
from
his
face
upon
the
papers
which
he
held
in
his
convulsed
hand
.
"
Repeat
your
father
's
name
,
"
said
the
president
.
