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Villefort
had
,
as
we
have
said
,
hastened
back
to
Madame
de
Saint
--
Meran
's
in
the
Place
du
Grand
Cours
,
and
on
entering
the
house
found
that
the
guests
whom
he
had
left
at
table
were
taking
coffee
in
the
salon
.
Renee
was
,
with
all
the
rest
of
the
company
,
anxiously
awaiting
him
,
and
his
entrance
was
followed
by
a
general
exclamation
.
"
Well
,
Decapitator
,
Guardian
of
the
State
,
Royalist
,
Brutus
,
what
is
the
matter
?
"
said
one
.
"
Speak
out
.
"
"
Are
we
threatened
with
a
fresh
Reign
of
Terror
?
"
asked
another
.
"
Has
the
Corsican
ogre
broken
loose
?
"
cried
a
third
.
"
Marquise
,
"
said
Villefort
,
approaching
his
future
mother-inlaw
,
"
I
request
your
pardon
for
thus
leaving
you
.
Will
the
marquis
honor
me
by
a
few
moments
'
private
conversation
?
"
"
Ah
,
it
is
really
a
serious
matter
,
then
?
"
asked
the
marquis
,
remarking
the
cloud
on
Villefort
's
brow
.
"
So
serious
that
I
must
take
leave
of
you
for
a
few
days
;
so
,
"
added
he
,
turning
to
Renee
,
"
judge
for
yourself
if
it
be
not
important
.
"
"
You
are
going
to
leave
us
?
"
cried
Renee
,
unable
to
hide
her
emotion
at
this
unexpected
announcement
.
"
Alas
,
"
returned
Villefort
,
"
I
must
!
"
"
Where
,
then
,
are
you
going
?
"
asked
the
marquise
.
