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"
And
how
did
this
despatch
reach
you
?
"
inquired
the
king
.
The
minister
bowed
his
head
,
and
while
a
deep
color
overspread
his
cheeks
,
he
stammered
out
--
"
By
the
telegraph
,
sire
.
"
--
Louis
XVIII
.
advanced
a
step
,
and
folded
his
arms
over
his
chest
as
Napoleon
would
have
done
.
"
So
then
,
"
he
exclaimed
,
turning
pale
with
anger
,
"
seven
conjoined
and
allied
armies
overthrew
that
man
.
A
miracle
of
heaven
replaced
me
on
the
throne
of
my
fathers
after
five-and-twenty
years
of
exile
.
I
have
,
during
those
five-and-twenty
years
,
spared
no
pains
to
understand
the
people
of
France
and
the
interests
which
were
confided
to
me
;
and
now
,
when
I
see
the
fruition
of
my
wishes
almost
within
reach
,
the
power
I
hold
in
my
hands
bursts
,
and
shatters
me
to
atoms
!
"
"
Sire
,
it
is
fatality
!
"
murmured
the
minister
,
feeling
that
the
pressure
of
circumstances
,
however
light
a
thing
to
destiny
,
was
too
much
for
any
human
strength
to
endure
.
"
What
our
enemies
say
of
us
is
then
true
.
We
have
learnt
nothing
,
forgotten
nothing
!
If
I
were
betrayed
as
he
was
,
I
would
console
myself
;
but
to
be
in
the
midst
of
persons
elevated
by
myself
to
places
of
honor
,
who
ought
to
watch
over
me
more
carefully
than
over
themselves
--
for
my
fortune
is
theirs
--
before
me
they
were
nothing
--
after
me
they
will
be
nothing
,
and
perish
miserably
from
incapacity
--
ineptitude
!
Oh
,
yes
,
sir
,
you
are
right
--
it
is
fatality
!
"
The
minister
quailed
before
this
outburst
of
sarcasm
.
M.
de
Blacas
wiped
the
moisture
from
his
brow
.
Villefort
smiled
within
himself
,
for
he
felt
his
increased
importance
.
"
To
fall
,
"
continued
King
Louis
,
who
at
the
first
glance
had
sounded
the
abyss
on
which
the
monarchy
hung
suspended
--
"
to
fall
,
and
learn
of
that
fall
by
telegraph
!
Oh
,
I
would
rather
mount
the
scaffold
of
my
brother
,
Louis
XVI.
,
than
thus
descend
the
staircase
at
the
Tuileries
driven
away
by
ridicule
.
Ridicule
,
sir
--
why
,
you
know
not
its
power
in
France
,
and
yet
you
ought
to
know
it
!
"
"
Sire
,
sire
,
"
murmured
the
minister
,
"
for
pity
's
"
--
