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M.
Noirtier
was
sitting
in
an
arm-chair
,
which
moved
upon
casters
,
in
which
he
was
wheeled
into
the
room
in
the
morning
,
and
in
the
same
way
drawn
out
again
at
night
.
He
was
placed
before
a
large
glass
,
which
reflected
the
whole
apartment
,
and
so
,
without
any
attempt
to
move
,
which
would
have
been
impossible
,
he
could
see
all
who
entered
the
room
and
everything
which
was
going
on
around
him
.
M.
Noirtier
,
although
almost
as
immovable
as
a
corpse
,
looked
at
the
new-comers
with
a
quick
and
intelligent
expression
,
perceiving
at
once
,
by
their
ceremonious
courtesy
,
that
they
were
come
on
business
of
an
unexpected
and
official
character
.
Sight
and
hearing
were
the
only
senses
remaining
,
and
they
,
like
two
solitary
sparks
,
remained
to
animate
the
miserable
body
which
seemed
fit
for
nothing
but
the
grave
;
it
was
only
,
however
,
by
means
of
one
of
these
senses
that
he
could
reveal
the
thoughts
and
feelings
that
still
occupied
his
mind
,
and
the
look
by
which
he
gave
expression
to
his
inner
life
was
like
the
distant
gleam
of
a
candle
which
a
traveller
sees
by
night
across
some
desert
place
,
and
knows
that
a
living
being
dwells
beyond
the
silence
and
obscurity
.
Noirtier
's
hair
was
long
and
white
,
and
flowed
over
his
shoulders
;
while
in
his
eyes
,
shaded
by
thick
black
lashes
,
was
concentrated
,
as
it
often
happens
with
an
organ
which
is
used
to
the
exclusion
of
the
others
,
all
the
activity
,
address
,
force
,
and
intelligence
which
were
formerly
diffused
over
his
whole
body
;
and
so
although
the
movement
of
the
arm
,
the
sound
of
the
voice
,
and
the
agility
of
the
body
,
were
wanting
,
the
speaking
eye
sufficed
for
all
.
He
commanded
with
it
;
it
was
the
medium
through
which
his
thanks
were
conveyed
.
In
short
,
his
whole
appearance
produced
on
the
mind
the
impression
of
a
corpse
with
living
eyes
,
and
nothing
could
be
more
startling
than
to
observe
the
expression
of
anger
or
joy
suddenly
lighting
up
these
organs
,
while
the
rest
of
the
rigid
and
marble-like
features
were
utterly
deprived
of
the
power
of
participation
.
Three
persons
only
could
understand
this
language
of
the
poor
paralytic
;
these
were
Villefort
,
Valentine
,
and
the
old
servant
of
whom
we
have
already
spoken
.
But
as
Villefort
saw
his
father
but
seldom
,
and
then
only
when
absolutely
obliged
,
and
as
he
never
took
any
pains
to
please
or
gratify
him
when
he
was
there
,
all
the
old
man
's
happiness
was
centred
in
his
granddaughter
.
Valentine
,
by
means
of
her
love
,
her
patience
,
and
her
devotion
,
had
learned
to
read
in
Noirtier
's
look
all
the
varied
feelings
which
were
passing
in
his
mind
.
To
this
dumb
language
,
which
was
so
unintelligible
to
others
,
she
answered
by
throwing
her
whole
soul
into
the
expression
of
her
countenance
,
and
in
this
manner
were
the
conversations
sustained
between
the
blooming
girl
and
the
helpless
invalid
,
whose
body
could
scarcely
be
called
a
living
one
,
but
who
,
nevertheless
,
possessed
a
fund
of
knowledge
and
penetration
,
united
with
a
will
as
powerful
as
ever
although
clogged
by
a
body
rendered
utterly
incapable
of
obeying
its
impulses
.
Valentine
had
solved
the
problem
,
and
was
able
easily
to
understand
his
thoughts
,
and
to
convey
her
own
in
return
,
and
,
through
her
untiring
and
devoted
assiduity
,
it
was
seldom
that
,
in
the
ordinary
transactions
of
every-day
life
,
she
failed
to
anticipate
the
wishes
of
the
living
,
thinking
mind
,
or
the
wants
of
the
almost
inanimate
body
.
As
to
the
servant
,
he
had
,
as
we
have
said
,
been
with
his
master
for
five
and
twenty
years
,
therefore
he
knew
all
his
habits
,
and
it
was
seldom
that
Noirtier
found
it
necessary
to
ask
for
anything
,
so
prompt
was
he
in
administering
to
all
the
necessities
of
the
invalid
.
Villefort
did
not
need
the
help
of
either
Valentine
or
the
domestic
in
order
to
carry
on
with
his
father
the
strange
conversation
which
he
was
about
to
begin
.
As
we
have
said
,
he
perfectly
understood
the
old
man
's
vocabulary
,
and
if
he
did
not
use
it
more
often
,
it
was
only
indifference
and
ennui
which
prevented
him
from
so
doing
.
He
therefore
allowed
Valentine
to
go
into
the
garden
,
sent
away
Barrois
,
and
after
having
seated
himself
at
his
father
's
right
hand
,
while
Madame
de
Villefort
placed
herself
on
the
left
,
he
addressed
him
thus
:
--
"
I
trust
you
will
not
be
displeased
,
sir
,
that
Valentine
has
not
come
with
us
,
or
that
I
dismissed
Barrois
,
for
our
conference
will
be
one
which
could
not
with
propriety
be
carried
on
in
the
presence
of
either
.
Madame
de
Villefort
and
I
have
a
communication
to
make
to
you
.
"
Noirtier
's
face
remained
perfectly
passive
during
this
long
preamble
,
while
,
on
the
contrary
,
Villefort
's
eye
was
endeavoring
to
penetrate
into
the
inmost
recesses
of
the
old
man
's
heart
.
"
This
communication
,
"
continued
the
procureur
,
in
that
cold
and
decisive
tone
which
seemed
at
once
to
preclude
all
discussion
,
"
will
,
we
are
sure
,
meet
with
your
approbation
.
"
The
eye
of
the
invalid
still
retained
that
vacancy
of
expression
which
prevented
his
son
from
obtaining
any
knowledge
of
the
feelings
which
were
passing
in
his
mind
;
he
listened
,
nothing
more
.
"
Sir
,
"
resumed
Villefort
,
"
we
are
thinking
of
marrying
Valentine
.
"
Had
the
old
man
's
face
been
moulded
in
wax
it
could
not
have
shown
less
emotion
at
this
news
than
was
now
to
be
traced
there
.
"
The
marriage
will
take
place
in
less
than
three
months
,
"
said
Villefort
.
Noirtier
's
eye
still
retained
its
inanimate
expression
.
Madame
de
Villefort
now
took
her
part
in
the
conversation
and
added
--
"
We
thought
this
news
would
possess
an
interest
for
you
,
sir
,
who
have
always
entertained
a
great
affection
for
Valentine
;
it
therefore
only
now
remains
for
us
to
tell
you
the
name
of
the
young
man
for
whom
she
is
destined
.
It
is
one
of
the
most
desirable
connections
which
could
possibly
be
formed
;
he
possesses
fortune
,
a
high
rank
in
society
,
and
every
personal
qualification
likely
to
render
Valentine
supremely
happy
--
his
name
,
moreover
,
can
not
be
wholly
unknown
to
you
.
It
is
M.
Franz
de
Quesnel
,
Baron
d'Epinay
.
"
While
his
wife
was
speaking
,
Villefort
had
narrowly
watched
the
old
man
's
countenance
.
When
Madame
de
Villefort
pronounced
the
name
of
Franz
,
the
pupil
of
M.
Noirtier
's
eye
began
to
dilate
,
and
his
eyelids
trembled
with
the
same
movement
that
may
be
perceived
on
the
lips
of
an
individual
about
to
speak
,
and
he
darted
a
lightning
glance
at
Madame
de
Villefort
and
his
son
.
The
procureur
,
who
knew
the
political
hatred
which
had
formerly
existed
between
M.
Noirtier
and
the
elder
d'Epinay
,
well
understood
the
agitation
and
anger
which
the
announcement
had
produced
;
but
,
feigning
not
to
perceive
either
,
he
immediately
resumed
the
narrative
begun
by
his
wife
.
