"I wish Albert de Morcerf and Raoul de Chateau-Renaud to be present at this signature; you know they are my witnesses.""Half an hour will suffice to apprise them; will you go for them yourself, or shall you send?""I prefer going, sir."
"I shall expect you, then, in half an hour, baron, and Valentine will be ready." Franz bowed and left the room.
Scarcely had the door closed, when M.de Villefort sent to tell Valentine to be ready in the drawing-room in half an hour, as he expected the notary and M.d'Epinay and his witnesses.The news caused a great sensation throughout the house; Madame de Villefort would not believe it, and Valentine was thunderstruck.She looked around for help, and would have gone down to her grandfather's room, but on the stairs she met M.de Villefort, who took her arm and led her into the drawing-room.In the anteroom, Valentine met Barrois, and looked despairingly at the old servant.Amoment later, Madame de Villefort entered the drawing-room with her little Edward.It was evident that she had shared the grief of the family, for she was pale and looked fatigued.She sat down, took Edward on her knees, and from time to time pressed this child, on whom her affections appeared centred, almost convulsively to her bosom.Two carriages were soon heard to enter the court yard.One was the notary's; the other, that of Franz and his friends.In a moment the whole party was assembled.Valentine was so pale one might trace the blue veins from her temples, round her eyes and down her cheeks.Franz was deeply affected.
Chateau-Renaud and Albert looked at each other with amazement; the ceremony which was just concluded had not appeared more sorrowful than did that which was about to begin.Madame de Villefort had placed herself in the shadow behind a velvet curtain, and as she constantly bent over her child, it was difficult to read the expression of her face.
M.de Villefort was, as usual, unmoved.
The notary, after having according to the customary method arranged the papers on the table, taken his place in an armchair, and raised his spectacles, turned towards Franz:
"Are you M.Franz de Quesnel, baron d'Epinay?" asked he, although he knew it perfectly.
