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Chapter 109 The Assizes.

  • The Benedetto affair, as it was called at the Palais, and by people i_eneral, had produced a tremendous sensation. Frequenting the Cafe de Paris, the Boulevard de Gand, and the Bois de Boulogne, during his brief career o_plendor, the false Cavalcanti had formed a host of acquaintances. The paper_ad related his various adventures, both as the man of fashion and the galley- slave; and as every one who had been personally acquainted with Prince Andre_avalcanti experienced a lively curiosity in his fate, they all determined t_pare no trouble in endeavoring to witness the trial of M. Benedetto for th_urder of his comrade in chains. In the eyes of many, Benedetto appeared, i_ot a victim to, at least an instance of, the fallibility of the law. M.
  • Cavalcanti, his father, had been seen in Paris, and it was expected that h_ould re-appear to claim the illustrious outcast. Many, also, who were no_ware of the circumstances attending his withdrawal from Paris, were struc_ith the worthy appearance, the gentlemanly bearing, and the knowledge of th_orld displayed by the old patrician, who certainly played the nobleman ver_ell, so long as he said nothing, and made no arithmetical calculations. A_or the accused himself, many remembered him as being so amiable, so handsome, and so liberal, that they chose to think him the victim of some conspiracy, since in this world large fortunes frequently excite the malevolence an_ealousy of some unknown enemy. Every one, therefore, ran to the court; som_o witness the sight, others to comment upon it. From seven o'clock in th_orning a crowd was stationed at the iron gates, and an hour before the tria_ommenced the hall was full of the privileged. Before the entrance of th_agistrates, and indeed frequently afterwards, a court of justice, on day_hen some especial trial is to take place, resembles a drawing-room where man_ersons recognize each other and converse if they can do so without losin_heir seats; or, if they are separated by too great a number of lawyers, communicate by signs.
  • It was one of the magnificent autumn days which make amends for a shor_ummer; the clouds which M. de Villefort had perceived at sunrise had al_isappeared as if by magic, and one of the softest and most brilliant days o_eptember shone forth in all its splendor.
  • Beauchamp, one of the kings of the press, and therefore claiming the right o_ throne everywhere, was eying everybody through his monocle. He perceive_hateau-Renaud and Debray, who had just gained the good graces of a sergeant- at-arms, and who had persuaded the latter to let them stand before, instead o_ehind him, as they ought to have done. The worthy sergeant had recognized th_inister's secretary and the millionnaire, and, by way of paying extr_ttention to his noble neighbors, promised to keep their places while the_aid a visit to Beauchamp.
  • "Well," said Beauchamp, "we shall see our friend!"
  • "Yes, indeed!" replied Debray. "That worthy prince. Deuce take those Italia_rinces!"
  • "A man, too, who could boast of Dante for a genealogist, and could reckon bac_o the `Divine Comedy.'"
  • "A nobility of the rope!" said Chateau-Renaud phlegmatically.
  • "He will be condemned, will he not?" asked Debray of Beauchamp.
  • "My dear fellow, I think we should ask you that question; you know such new_uch better than we do. Did you see the president at the minister's las_ight?"
  • "Yes."
  • "What did he say?"
  • "Something which will surprise you."
  • "Oh, make haste and tell me, then; it is a long time since that has happened."
  • "Well, he told me that Benedetto, who is considered a serpent of subtlety an_ giant of cunning, is really but a very commonplace, silly rascal, an_ltogether unworthy of the experiments that will be made on his phrenologica_rgans after his death."
  • "Bah," said Beauchamp, "he played the prince very well."
  • "Yes, for you who detest those unhappy princes, Beauchamp, and are alway_elighted to find fault with them; but not for me, who discover a gentleman b_nstinct, and who scent out an aristocratic family like a very bloodhound o_eraldry."
  • "Then you never believed in the principality?"
  • "Yes. — in the principality, but not in the prince."
  • "Not so bad," said Beauchamp; "still, I assure you, he passed very well wit_any people; I saw him at the ministers' houses."
  • "Ah, yes," said Chateau-Renaud. "The idea of thinking ministers understan_nything about princes!"
  • "There is something in what you have just said," said Beauchamp, laughing.
  • "But," said Debray to Beauchamp, "if I spoke to the president, you must hav_een with the procureur."
  • "It was an impossibility; for the last week M. de Villefort has seclude_imself. It is natural enough; this strange chain of domestic afflictions, followed by the no less strange death of his daughter" —
  • "Strange? What do you mean, Beauchamp?"
  • "Oh, yes; do you pretend that all this has been unobserved at the minister's?"
  • said Beauchamp, placing his eye-glass in his eye, where he tried to make i_emain.
  • "My dear sir," said Chateau-Renaud, "allow me to tell you that you do no_nderstand that manoeuvre with the eye-glass half so well as Debray. Give hi_ lesson, Debray."
  • "Stay," said Beauchamp, "surely I am not deceived."
  • "What is it?"
  • "It is she!"
  • "Whom do you mean?"
  • "They said she had left."
  • "Mademoiselle Eugenie?" said Chateau-Renaud; "has she returned?"
  • "No, but her mother."
  • "Madame Danglars? Nonsense! Impossible!" said Chateau-Renaud; "only ten day_fter the flight of her daughter, and three days from the bankruptcy of he_usband?"
  • Debray colored slightly, and followed with his eyes the direction o_eauchamp's glance. "Come," he said, "it is only a veiled lady, some foreig_rincess, perhaps the mother of Cavalcanti. But you were just speaking on _ery interesting topic, Beauchamp."
  • "I?"
  • "Yes; you were telling us about the extraordinary death of Valentine."
  • "Ah, yes, so I was. But how is it that Madame de Villefort is not here?"
  • "Poor, dear woman," said Debray, "she is no doubt occupied in distilling bal_or the hospitals, or in making cosmetics for herself or friends. Do you kno_he spends two or three thousand crowns a year in this amusement? But I wonde_he is not here. I should have been pleased to see her, for I like her ver_uch."
  • "And I hate her," said Chateau-Renaud.
  • "Why?"
  • "I do not know. Why do we love? Why do we hate? I detest her, from antipathy."
  • "Or, rather, by instinct."
  • "Perhaps so. But to return to what you were saying, Beauchamp."
  • "Well, do you know why they die so multitudinously at M. de Villefort's?"
  • "`Multitudinously' [drv] is good," said Chateau-Renaud.
  • "My good fellow, you'll find the word in Saint-Simon."
  • "But the thing itself is at M. de Villefort's; but let's get back to th_ubject."
  • "Talking of that," said Debray, "Madame was making inquiries about that house, which for the last three months has been hung with black."
  • "Who is Madame?" asked Chateau-Renaud.
  • "The minister's wife, pardieu!"
  • "Oh, your pardon! I never visit ministers; I leave that to the princes."
  • "Really, You were only before sparkling, but now you are brilliant; tak_ompassion on us, or, like Jupiter, you will wither us up."
  • "I will not speak again," said Chateau-Renaud; "pray have compassion upon me, and do not take up every word I say."
  • "Come, let us endeavor to get to the end of our story, Beauchamp; I told yo_hat yesterday Madame made inquiries of me upon the subject; enlighten me, an_ will then communicate my information to her."
  • "Well, gentlemen, the reason people die so multitudinously (I like the word) at M. de Villefort's is that there is an assassin in the house!" The two youn_en shuddered, for the same idea had more than once occurred to them. "And wh_s the assassin;" they asked together.
  • "Young Edward!" A burst of laughter from the auditors did not in the leas_isconcert the speaker, who continued, — "Yes, gentlemen; Edward, the infan_henomenon, who is quite an adept in the art of killing."
  • "You are jesting."
  • "Not at all. I yesterday engaged a servant, who had just left M. de Villefort — I intend sending him away to-morrow, for he eats so enormously, to make u_or the fast imposed upon him by his terror in that house. Well, now listen."
  • "We are listening."
  • "It appears the dear child has obtained possession of a bottle containing som_rug, which he every now and then uses against those who have displeased him.
  • First, M. and Madame de Saint-Meran incurred his displeasure, so he poured ou_hree drops of his elixir — three drops were sufficient; then followe_arrois, the old servant of M. Noirtier, who sometimes rebuffed this littl_retch — he therefore received the same quantity of the elixir; the sam_appened to Valentine, of whom he was jealous; he gave her the same dose a_he others, and all was over for her as well as the rest."
  • "Why, what nonsense are you telling us?" said Chateau-Renaud.
  • "Yes, it is an extraordinary story," said Beauchamp; "is it not?"
  • "It is absurd," said Debray.
  • "Ah," said Beauchamp, "you doubt me? Well, you can ask my servant, or rathe_im who will no longer be my servant to-morrow, it was the talk of the house."
  • "And this elixir, where is it? what is it?"
  • "The child conceals it."
  • "But where did he find it?"
  • "In his mother's laboratory."
  • "Does his mother then, keep poisons in her laboratory?"
  • "How can I tell? You are questioning me like a king's attorney. I only repea_hat I have been told, and like my informant I can do no more. The poor devi_ould eat nothing, from fear."
  • "It is incredible!"
  • "No, my dear fellow, it is not at all incredible. You saw the child pas_hrough the Rue Richelieu last year, who amused himself with killing hi_rothers and sisters by sticking pins in their ears while they slept. Th_eneration who follow us are very precocious."
  • "Come, Beauchamp," said Chateau-Renaud, "I will bet anything you do no_elieve a word of all you have been telling us."
  • "I do not see the Count of Monte Cristo here."
  • "He is worn out," said Debray; "besides, he could not well appear in public, since he has been the dupe of the Cavalcanti, who, it appears, presente_hemselves to him with false letters of credit, and cheated him out of 100,00_rancs upon the hypothesis of this principality."
  • "By the way, M. de Chateau-Renaud," asked Beauchamp, "how is Morrel?"
  • "Ma foi, I have called three times without once seeing him. Still, his siste_id not seem uneasy, and told me that though she had not seen him for two o_hree days, she was sure he was well."
  • "Ah, now I think of it, the Count of Monte Cristo cannot appear in the hall,"
  • said Beauchamp.
  • "Why not?"
  • "Because he is an actor in the drama."
  • "Has he assassinated any one, then?"
  • "No, on the contrary, they wished to assassinate him. You know that it was i_eaving his house that M. de Caderousse was murdered by his friend Benedetto.
  • You know that the famous waistcoat was found in his house, containing th_etter which stopped the signature of the marriage-contract. Do you see th_aistcoat? There it is, all blood-stained, on the desk, as a testimony of th_rime."
  • "Ah, very good."
  • "Hush, gentlemen, here is the court; let us go back to our places." A nois_as heard in the hall; the sergeant called his two patrons with an energetic
  • "hem!" and the door-keeper appearing, called out with that shrill voic_eculiar to his order, ever since the days of Beaumarchais, "The court, gentlemen!"