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"
Yes
.
"
"
You
only
intend
,
then
,
to
dispose
of
that
part
of
your
fortune
which
the
law
allows
you
to
subtract
from
the
inheritance
of
your
son
?
"
Noirtier
made
no
answer
.
"
Do
you
still
wish
to
dispose
of
all
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
But
they
will
contest
the
will
after
your
death
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
My
father
knows
me
,
"
replied
Villefort
;
"
he
is
quite
sure
that
his
wishes
will
be
held
sacred
by
me
;
besides
,
he
understands
that
in
my
position
I
can
not
plead
against
the
poor
.
"
The
eye
of
Noirtier
beamed
with
triumph
.
"
What
do
you
decide
on
,
sir
?
"
asked
the
notary
of
Villefort
"
Nothing
,
sir
;
it
is
a
resolution
which
my
father
has
taken
and
I
know
he
never
alters
his
mind
.
I
am
quite
resigned
.
These
900,000
francs
will
go
out
of
the
family
in
order
to
enrich
some
hospital
;
but
it
is
ridiculous
thus
to
yield
to
the
caprices
of
an
old
man
,
and
I
shall
,
therefore
,
act
according
to
my
conscience
.
"
Having
said
this
,
Villefort
quitted
the
room
with
his
wife
,
leaving
his
father
at
liberty
to
do
as
he
pleased
.
The
same
day
the
will
was
made
,
the
witnesses
were
brought
,
it
was
approved
by
the
old
man
,
sealed
in
the
presence
of
all
and
given
in
charge
to
M.
Deschamps
,
the
family
notary
.
M.
and
Madame
de
Villefort
found
on
their
return
that
the
Count
of
Monte
Cristo
,
who
had
come
to
visit
them
in
their
absence
,
had
been
ushered
into
the
drawing-room
,
and
was
still
awaiting
them
there
.
Madame
de
Villefort
,
who
had
not
yet
sufficiently
recovered
from
her
late
emotion
to
allow
of
her
entertaining
visitors
so
immediately
,
retired
to
her
bedroom
,
while
the
procureur
,
who
could
better
depend
upon
himself
,
proceeded
at
once
to
the
salon
.
Although
M.
de
Villefort
flattered
himself
that
,
to
all
outward
view
,
he
had
completely
masked
the
feelings
which
were
passing
in
his
mind
,
he
did
not
know
that
the
cloud
was
still
lowering
on
his
brow
,
so
much
so
that
the
count
,
whose
smile
was
radiant
,
immediately
noticed
his
sombre
and
thoughtful
air
.
"
Ma
foi
,
"
said
Monte
Cristo
,
after
the
first
compliments
were
over
,
"
what
is
the
matter
with
you
,
M.
de
Villefort
?
Have
I
arrived
at
the
moment
when
you
were
drawing
up
an
indictment
for
a
capital
crime
?
"
Villefort
tried
to
smile
.
"
No
,
count
,
"
he
replied
,
"
I
am
the
only
victim
in
this
case
.
It
is
I
who
lose
my
cause
,
and
it
is
ill-luck
,
obstinacy
,
and
folly
which
have
caused
it
to
be
decided
against
me
.
"
"
To
what
do
you
refer
?
"
said
Monte
Cristo
with
well-feigned
interest
.
"
Have
you
really
met
with
some
great
misfortune
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
monsieur
,
"
said
Villefort
with
a
bitter
smile
;
"
it
is
only
a
loss
of
money
which
I
have
sustained
--
nothing
worth
mentioning
,
I
assure
you
.
