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"
Sire
,
I
fear
it
is
more
than
a
plot
;
I
fear
it
is
a
conspiracy
.
"
"
A
conspiracy
in
these
times
,
"
said
Louis
XVIII.
,
smiling
,
"
is
a
thing
very
easy
to
meditate
,
but
more
difficult
to
conduct
to
an
end
,
inasmuch
as
,
re-established
so
recently
on
the
throne
of
our
ancestors
,
we
have
our
eyes
open
at
once
upon
the
past
,
the
present
,
and
the
future
.
For
the
last
ten
months
my
ministers
have
redoubled
their
vigilance
,
in
order
to
watch
the
shore
of
the
Mediterranean
.
If
Bonaparte
landed
at
Naples
,
the
whole
coalition
would
be
on
foot
before
he
could
even
reach
Piomoino
;
if
he
land
in
Tuscany
,
he
will
be
in
an
unfriendly
territory
;
if
he
land
in
France
,
it
must
be
with
a
handful
of
men
,
and
the
result
of
that
is
easily
foretold
,
execrated
as
he
is
by
the
population
.
Take
courage
,
sir
;
but
at
the
same
time
rely
on
our
royal
gratitude
.
"
"
Ah
,
here
is
M.
Dandre
!
"
cried
de
Blacas
.
At
this
instant
the
minister
of
police
appeared
at
the
door
,
pale
,
trembling
,
and
as
if
ready
to
faint
.
Villefort
was
about
to
retire
,
but
M.
de
Blacas
,
taking
his
hand
,
restrained
him
.
At
the
sight
of
this
agitation
Louis
XVIII
.
pushed
from
him
violently
the
table
at
which
he
was
sitting
.
"
What
ails
you
,
baron
?
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
You
appear
quite
aghast
.
Has
your
uneasiness
anything
to
do
with
what
M.
de
Blacas
has
told
me
,
and
M.
de
Villefort
has
just
confirmed
?
"
M.
de
Blacas
moved
suddenly
towards
the
baron
,
but
the
fright
of
the
courtier
pleaded
for
the
forbearance
of
the
statesman
;
and
besides
,
as
matters
were
,
it
was
much
more
to
his
advantage
that
the
prefect
of
police
should
triumph
over
him
than
that
he
should
humiliate
the
prefect
.
"
Sire
"
--
stammered
the
baron
.
"
Well
,
what
is
it
?
"
asked
Louis
XVIII
.
The
minister
of
police
,
giving
way
to
an
impulse
of
despair
,
was
about
to
throw
himself
at
the
feet
of
Louis
XVIII.
,
who
retreated
a
step
and
frowned
.
"
Will
you
speak
?
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
,
sire
,
what
a
dreadful
misfortune
!
I
am
,
indeed
,
to
be
pitied
.
I
can
never
forgive
myself
!
"
"
Monsieur
,
"
said
Louis
XVIII.
,
"
I
command
you
to
speak
.
"
