The Count of Monte Cristo. Alexandre Dumas

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СКАЧАТЬ Baron, have you any report more recent than this dated the 20th February. — this is the 4th of March?"

      "No, sire, but I am hourly expecting one; it may have arrived since I left my office."

      "Go thither, and if there be none — well, well," continued Louis XVIII., "make one; that is the usual way, is it not?" and the king laughed facetiously.

      "Oh, sire," replied the minister, "we have no occasion to invent any; every day our desks are loaded with most circumstantial denunciations, coming from hosts of people who hope for some return for services which they seek to render, but cannot; they trust to fortune, and rely upon some unexpected event in some way to justify their predictions."

      "Well, sir, go"; said Louis XVIII., "and remember that I am waiting for you."

      "I will but go and return, sire; I shall be back in ten minutes."

      "And I, sire," said M. de Blacas, "will go and find my messenger."

      "Wait, sir, wait," said Louis XVIII. "Really, M. de Blacas, I must change your armorial bearings; I will give you an eagle with outstretched wings, holding in its claws a prey which tries in vain to escape, and bearing this device — Tenax."

      "Sire, I listen," said De Blacas, biting his nails with impatience.

      "I wish to consult you on this passage, `Molli fugiens anhelitu,' you know it refers to a stag flying from a wolf. Are you not a sportsman and a great wolf-hunter? Well, then, what do you think of the molli anhelitu?"

      "Admirable, sire; but my messenger is like the stag you refer to, for he has posted two hundred and twenty leagues in scarcely three days."

      "Which is undergoing great fatigue and anxiety, my dear duke, when we have a telegraph which transmits messages in three or four hours, and that without getting in the least out of breath."

      "Ah, sire, you recompense but badly this poor young man, who has come so far, and with so much ardor, to give your majesty useful information. If only for the sake of M. de Salvieux, who recommends him to me, I entreat your majesty to receive him graciously."

      "M. de Salvieux, my brother's chamberlain?"

      "Yes, sire."

      "He is at Marseilles."

      "And writes me thence."

      "Does he speak to you of this conspiracy?"

      "No; but strongly recommends M. de Villefort, and begs me to present him to your majesty."

      "M. de Villefort!" cried the king, "is the messenger's name M. de Villefort?"

      "Yes, sire."

      "And he comes from Marseilles?"

      "In person."

      "Why did you not mention his name at once?" replied the king, betraying some uneasiness.

      "Sire, I thought his name was unknown to your majesty."

      "No, no, Blacas; he is a man of strong and elevated understanding, ambitious, too, and, pardieu, you know his father's name!"

      "His father?"

      "Yes, Noirtier."

      "Noirtier the Girondin? — Noirtier the senator?"

      "He himself."

      "And your majesty has employed the son of such a man?"

      "Blacas, my friend, you have but limited comprehension. I told you Villefort was ambitious, and to attain this ambition Villefort would sacrifice everything, even his father."

      "Then, sire, may I present him?"

      "This instant, duke! Where is he?"

      "Waiting below, in my carriage."

      "Seek him at once."

      "I hasten to do so." The duke left the royal presence with the speed of a young man; his really sincere royalism made him youthful again. Louis XVIII. remained alone, and turning his eyes on his half-opened Horace, muttered, —

      "Justum et tenacem propositi virum."

      M. de Blacas returned as speedily as he had departed, but in the ante-chamber he was forced to appeal to the king's authority. Villefort's dusty garb, his costume, which was not of courtly cut, excited the susceptibility of M. de Breze, who was all astonishment at finding that this young man had the audacity to enter before the king in such attire. The duke, however, overcame all difficulties with a word — his majesty's order; and, in spite of the protestations which the master of ceremonies made for the honor of his office and principles, Villefort was introduced.

      The king was seated in the same place where the duke had left him. On opening the door, Villefort found himself facing him, and the young magistrate's first impulse was to pause.

      "Come in, M. de Villefort," said the king, "come in." Villefort bowed, and advancing a few steps, waited until the king should interrogate him.

      "M. de Villefort," said Louis XVIII., "the Duc de Blacas assures me you have some interesting information to communicate."

      "Sire, the duke is right, and I believe your majesty will think it equally important."

      "In the first place, and before everything else, sir, is the news as bad in your opinion as I am asked to believe?"

      "Sire, I believe it to be most urgent, but I hope, by the speed I have used, that it is not irreparable."

      "Speak as fully as you please, sir," said the king, who began to give way to the emotion which had showed itself in Blacas's face and affected Villefort's voice. "Speak, sir, and pray begin at the beginning; I like order in everything."

      "Sire," said Villefort, "I will render a faithful report to your majesty, but I must entreat your forgiveness if my anxiety leads to some obscurity in my language." A glance at the king after this discreet and subtle exordium, assured Villefort of the benignity of his august auditor, and he went on: —

      "Sire, I have come as rapidly to Paris as possible, to inform your majesty that I have discovered, in the exercise of my duties, not a commonplace and insignificant plot, such as is every day got up in the lower ranks of the people and in the army, but an actual conspiracy — a storm which menaces no less than your majesty's throne. Sire, the usurper is arming three ships, he meditates some project, which, however mad, is yet, perhaps, terrible. At this moment he will have left Elba, to go whither I know not, but assuredly to attempt a landing either at Naples, or on the coast of Tuscany, or perhaps on the shores of France. Your majesty is well aware that the sovereign of the Island of Elba has maintained his relations with Italy and France?"

      "I am, sir," said the king, much agitated; "and recently we have had information that the Bonapartist clubs have had meetings in the Rue Saint-Jacques. But proceed, I beg of you. How did you obtain these details?"

      "Sire, they are the results of an examination which I have made of a man of Marseilles, whom I have watched for some time, and arrested on the day of my departure. This person, a sailor, of turbulent character, and whom I suspected of Bonapartism, has been secretly to the СКАЧАТЬ