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de Salvieux."There wasn't any trouble over treaties when it was a question of shooting the poor Duc d'Enghien.""Well," said the marquise, "it seems probable that, by the aid of the Holy Alliance, we shall be rid of Napoleon; and we must trust to the vigilance of M.de Villefort to purify Marseilles of his partisans.Tbe king is either a king or no king; if he be acknowledged as sovereign of France, he should be upheld in peace and tranquillity; and this can best be effected by employing the most inflexible agents to put down every attempt at conspiracy -- 'tis the best and surest means of preventing mischief.""Unfortunately, madame," answered Villefort, "the strong arm of the law is not called upon to interfere until the evil has taken place.""Then all he has got to do is to endeavor to repair it.""Nay, madame, the law is frequently powerless to effect this; all it can do is to avenge the wrong done.""Oh, M.de Villefort," cried a beautiful young creature, daughter to the Comte de Salvieux, and the cherished friend of Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran, "do try and get up some famous trial while we are at Marseilles.I never was in a law-court; I am told it is so very amusing!""Amusing, certainly," replied the young man, "inasmuch as, instead of shedding tears as at the fictitious tale of woe produced at a theatre, you behold in a law-court a case of real and genuine distress -- a drama of life.The prisoner whom you there see pale, agitated, and alarmed, instead of -- as is the case when a curtain falls on a tragedy -- going home to sup peacefully with his family, and then retiring to rest, that he may recommence his mimic woes on the morrow, -- is removed from your sight merely to be reconducted to his prison and delivered up to the executioner.I leave you to judge how far your nerves are calculated to bear you through such a scene.Of this, however, be assured, that should any favorable opportunity present itself, I will not fail to offer you the choice of being present.""For shame, M.de Villefort!" said Renee, becoming quite pale; "don't you see how you are frightening us? -- and yet you laugh.""What would you have? 'Tis like a duel.I have already recorded sentence of death, five or six times, against the movers of political conspiracies, and who can say how many daggers may be ready sharpened, and only waiting a favorable opportunity to be buried in my heart?""Gracious heavens, M.de Villefort," said Renee, becoming more and more terrified; "you surely are not in earnest.""Indeed I am," replied the young magistrate with a smile;"and in the interesting trial that young lady is anxious to witness, the case would only be still more aggravated.

Suppose, for instance, the prisoner, as is more than probable, to have served under Napoleon -- well, can you expect for an instant, that one accustomed, at the word of his commander, to rush fearlessly on the very bayonets of his foe, will scruple more to drive a stiletto into the heart of one he knows to be his personal enemy, than to slaughter his fellow-creatures, merely because bidden to do so by one he is bound to obey? Besides, one requires the excitement of being hateful in the eyes of the accused, in order to lash one's self into a state of sufficient vehemence and power.I would not choose to see the man against whom I pleaded smile, as though in mockery of my words.No; my pride is to see the accused pale, agitated, and as though beaten out of all composure by the fire of my eloquence." Renee uttered a smothered exclamation.

"Bravo!" cried one of the guests; "that is what I call talking to some purpose.""Just the person we require at a time like the present,"said a second.

"What a splendid business that last case of yours was, my dear Villefort!" remarked a third; "I mean the trial of the man for murdering his father.Upon my word, you killed him ere the executioner had laid his hand upon him.""Oh, as for parricides, and such dreadful people as that,"interposed Renee, "it matters very little what is done to them; but as regards poor unfortunate creatures whose only crime consists in having mixed themselves up in political intrigues" --"Why, that is the very worst offence they could possibly commit; for, don't you see, Renee, the king is the father of his people, and he who shall plot or contrive aught against the life and safety of the parent of thirty-two millions of souls, is a parricide upon a fearfully great scale?""I don't know anything about that," replied Renee; "but, M.

de Villefort, you have promised me -- have you not? --always to show mercy to those I plead for.""Make yourself quite easy on that point," answered Villefort, with one of his sweetest smiles; "you and I will always consult upon our verdicts.""My love," said the marquise, "attend to your doves, your lap-dogs, and embroidery, but do not meddle with what you do not understand.Nowadays the military profession is in abeyance and the magisterial robe is the badge of honor.

There is a wise Latin proverb that is very much in point.""Cedant arma togae," said Villefort with a bow.

"I cannot speak Latin," responded the marquise.

"Well," said Renee, "I cannot help regretting you had not chosen some other profession than your own -- a physician, for instance.Do you know I always felt a shudder at the idea of even a destroying angel?""Dear, good Renee," whispered Villefort, as he gazed with unutterable tenderness on the lovely speaker.

"Let us hope, my child," cried the marquis, "that M.de Villefort may prove the moral and political physician of this province; if so, he will have achieved a noble work.""And one which will go far to efface the recollection of his father's conduct," added the incorrigible marquise.