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Not
a
whisper
,
not
a
breath
,
was
heard
in
that
vast
assembly
;
every
one
waited
anxiously
.
"
My
father
is
king
's
attorney
,
"
replied
Andrea
calmly
.
"
King
's
attorney
?
"
said
the
president
,
stupefied
,
and
without
noticing
the
agitation
which
spread
over
the
face
of
M.
de
Villefort
;
"
king
's
attorney
?
"
"
Yes
;
and
if
you
wish
to
know
his
name
,
I
will
tell
it
--
he
is
named
Villefort
.
"
The
explosion
,
which
had
been
so
long
restrained
from
a
feeling
of
respect
to
the
court
of
justice
,
now
burst
forth
like
thunder
from
the
breasts
of
all
present
;
the
court
itself
did
not
seek
to
restrain
the
feelings
of
the
audience
.
The
exclamations
,
the
insults
addressed
to
Benedetto
,
who
remained
perfectly
unconcerned
,
the
energetic
gestures
,
the
movement
of
the
gendarmes
,
the
sneers
of
the
scum
of
the
crowd
always
sure
to
rise
to
the
surface
in
case
of
any
disturbance
--
all
this
lasted
five
minutes
,
before
the
door-keepers
and
magistrates
were
able
to
restore
silence
.
In
the
midst
of
this
tumult
the
voice
of
the
president
was
heard
to
exclaim
--
"
Are
you
playing
with
justice
,
accused
,
and
do
you
dare
set
your
fellow-citizens
an
example
of
disorder
which
even
in
these
times
has
never
been
equalled
?
"
Several
persons
hurried
up
to
M.
de
Villefort
,
who
sat
half
bowed
over
in
his
chair
,
offering
him
consolation
,
encouragement
,
and
protestations
of
zeal
and
sympathy
.
Order
was
re-established
in
the
hall
,
except
that
a
few
people
still
moved
about
and
whispered
to
one
another
.
A
lady
,
it
was
said
,
had
just
fainted
;
they
had
supplied
her
with
a
smelling-bottle
,
and
she
had
recovered
.
During
the
scene
of
tumult
,
Andrea
had
turned
his
smiling
face
towards
the
assembly
;
then
,
leaning
with
one
hand
on
the
oaken
rail
of
the
dock
,
in
the
most
graceful
attitude
possible
,
he
said
:
"
Gentlemen
,
I
assure
you
I
had
no
idea
of
insulting
the
court
,
or
of
making
a
useless
disturbance
in
the
presence
of
this
honorable
assembly
.
They
ask
my
age
;
I
tell
it
.
They
ask
where
I
was
born
;
I
answer
.
They
ask
my
name
,
I
can
not
give
it
,
since
my
parents
abandoned
me
.
But
though
I
can
not
give
my
own
name
,
not
possessing
one
,
I
can
tell
them
my
father
's
.
Now
I
repeat
,
my
father
is
named
M.
de
Villefort
,
and
I
am
ready
to
prove
it
.
"
There
was
an
energy
,
a
conviction
,
and
a
sincerity
in
the
manner
of
the
young
man
,
which
silenced
the
tumult
.
All
eyes
were
turned
for
a
moment
towards
the
procureur
,
who
sat
as
motionless
as
though
a
thunderbolt
had
changed
him
into
a
corpse
.
"
Gentlemen
,
"
said
Andrea
,
commanding
silence
by
his
voice
and
manner
;
"
I
owe
you
the
proofs
and
explanations
of
what
I
have
said
.
"
"
But
,
"
said
the
irritated
president
,
"
you
called
yourself
Benedetto
,
declared
yourself
an
orphan
,
and
claimed
Corsica
as
your
country
.
"
"
I
said
anything
I
pleased
,
in
order
that
the
solemn
declaration
I
have
just
made
should
not
be
withheld
,
which
otherwise
would
certainly
have
been
the
case
.
I
now
repeat
that
I
was
born
at
Auteuil
on
the
night
of
the
27th
of
September
,
1817
,
and
that
I
am
the
son
of
the
procureur
,
M.
de
Villefort
.
Do
you
wish
for
any
further
details
?
I
will
give
them
.
I
was
born
in
No.
28
,
Rue
de
la
Fontaine
,
in
a
room
hung
with
red
damask
;
my
father
took
me
in
his
arms
,
telling
my
mother
I
was
dead
,
wrapped
me
in
a
napkin
marked
with
an
H
and
an
N
,
and
carried
me
into
a
garden
,
where
he
buried
me
alive
.
"
