Mademoiselle de Villefort took from the hands of Barrois, who was sent out, the lemonade which M.Noirtier had every morning, and he has escaped by a miracle.Mademoiselle de Villefort is the culprit -- she is the poisoner! To you, as the king's attorney, I denounce Mademoiselle de Villefort, do your duty.""Doctor, I resist no longer -- I can no longer defend myself -- I believe you; but, for pity's sake, spare my life, my honor!""M.de Villefort," replied the doctor, with increased vehemence, "there are occasions when I dispense with all foolish human circumspection.If your daughter had committed only one crime, and I saw her meditating another, I would say `Warn her, punish her, let her pass the remainder of her life in a convent, weeping and praying.' If she had committed two crimes, I would say, `Here, M.de Villefort, is a poison that the prisoner is not acquainted with, -- one that has no known antidote, quick as thought, rapid as lightning, mortal as the thunderbolt; give her that poison, recommending her soul to God, and save your honor and your life, for it is yours she aims at; and I can picture her approaching your pillow with her hypocritical smiles and her sweet exhortations.Woe to you, M.de Villefort, if you do not strike first!' This is what I would say had she only killed two persons but she has seen three deaths, -- has contemplated three murdered persons, -- has knelt by three corpses! To the scaffold with the poisoner -- to the scaffold! Do you talk of your honor? Do what I tell you, and immortality awaits you!"Villefort fell on his knees."Listen," said he; "I have not the strength of mind you have, or rather that which you would not have, if instead of my daughter Valentine your daughter Madeleine were concerned." The doctor turned pale.
"Doctor, every son of woman is born to suffer and to die; Iam content to suffer and to await death.""Beware," said M.d'Avrigny, "it may come slowly; you will see it approach after having struck your father, your wife, perhaps your son."Villefort, suffocating, pressed the doctor's arm."Listen,"cried he; "pity me -- help me! No, my daughter is not guilty.If you drag us both before a tribunal I will still say, `No, my daughter is not guilty; -- there is no crime in my house.I will not acknowledge a crime in my house; for when crime enters a dwelling, it is like death -- it does not come alone.' Listen.What does it signify to you if I am murdered? Are you my friend? Are you a man? Have you a heart? No, you are a physician! Well, I tell you I will not drag my daughter before a tribunal, and give her up to the executioner! The bare idea would kill me -- would drive me like a madman to dig my heart out with my finger-nails! And if you were mistaken, doctor -- if it were not my daughter -- if I should come one day, pale as a spectre, and say to you, `Assassin, you have killed my child!' -- hold -- if that should happen, although I am a Christian, M.d'Avrigny, I should kill myself.""Well," said the doctor, after a moment's silence, "I will wait." Villefort looked at him as if he had doubted his words."Only," continued M.d'Avrigny, with a slow and solemn tone, "if any one falls ill in your house, if you feel yourself attacked, do not send for me, for I will come no more.I will consent to share this dreadful secret with you, but I will not allow shame and remorse to grow and increase in my conscience, as crime and misery will in your house.""Then you abandon me, doctor?"
"Yes, for I can follow you no farther, and I only stop at the foot of the scaffold.Some further discovery will be made, which will bring this dreadful tragedy to a close.
Adieu."
"I entreat you, doctor!"
"All the horrors that disturb my thoughts make your house odious and fatal.Adieu, sir.""One word -- one single word more, doctor! You go, leaving me in all the horror of my situation, after increasing it by what you have revealed to me.But what will be reported of the sudden death of the poor old servant?""True," said M.d'Avrigny; "we will return." The doctor went out first, followed by M.de Villefort.The terrified servants were on the stairs and in the passage where the doctor would pass."Sir," said d'Avrigny to Villefort, so loud that all might hear, "poor Barrois has led too sedentary a life of late; accustomed formerly to ride on horseback, or in the carriage, to the four corners of Europe, the monotonous walk around that arm-chair has killed him -- his blood has thickened.He was stout, had a short, thick neck; he was attacked with apoplexy, and I was called in too late.By the way," added he in a low tone, "take care to throw away that cup of syrup of violets in the ashes."The doctor, without shaking hands with Villefort, without adding a word to what he had said, went out, amid the tears and lamentations of the whole household.The same evening all Villefort's servants, who had assembled in the kitchen, and had a long consultation, came to tell Madame de Villefort that they wished to leave.No entreaty, no proposition of increased wages, could induce them to remain;to every argument they replied, "We must go, for death is in this house." They all left, in spite of prayers and entreaties, testifying their regret at leaving so good a master and mistress, and especially Mademoiselle Valentine, so good, so kind, and so gentle.Villefort looked at Valentine as they said this.She was in tears, and, strange as it was, in spite of the emotions he felt at the sight of these tears, he looked also at Madame de Villefort, and it appeared to him as if a slight gloomy smile had passed over her thin lips, like a meteor seen passing inauspiciously between two clouds in a stormy sky.
