"Sir," said she, "that need not make you uneasy, however difficult it
may at first sight appear to be. I can discover and explain to you my
grandfather's thoughts, so as to put an end to all your doubts and fears
on the subject. I have now been six years with M. Noirtier, and let him
tell you if ever once, during that time, he has entertained a thought
which he was unable to make me understand."
"No," signed the old man.
"Let us try what we can do, then," said the notary. "You accept this
young lady as your interpreter, M. Noirtier?"
"Yes."
"Well, sir, what do you require of me, and what document is it that you
wish to be drawn up?" Valentine named all the letters of the alphabet
until she came to W. At this letter the eloquent eye of Noirtier gave
her notice that she was to stop. "It is very evident that it is the
letter W which M. Noirtier wants," said the notary. "Wait,"
said Valentine; and, turning to her grandfather, she repeated,
"Wa--We--Wi"--The old man stopped her at the last syllable. Valentine
then took the dictionary, and the notary watched her while she turned
over the pages. She passed her finger slowly down the columns, and when
she came to the word "Will," M. Noirtier's eye bade her stop. "Will,"
said the notary; "it is very evident that M. Noirtier is desirous of
making his will."
"Yes, yes, yes," motioned the invalid.
"Really, sir, you must allow that this is most extraordinary," said
the astonished notary, turning to M. de Villefort. "Yes," said the
procureur, "and I think the will promises to be yet more extraordinary,
for I cannot see how it is to be drawn up without the intervention of
Valentine, and she may, perhaps, be considered as too much interested in
its contents to allow of her being a suitable interpreter of the obscure
and ill-defined wishes of her grandfather."
"No, no, no," replied the eye of the paralytic.
"What?" said Villefort, "do you mean to say that Valentine is not
interested in your will?"
"No."
"Sir," said the notary, whose interest had been greatly excited, and
who had resolved on publishing far and wide the account of this
extraordinary and picturesque scene, "what appeared so impossible to me
an hour ago, has now become quite easy and practicable, and this may
be a perfectly valid will, provided it be read in the presence of seven
witnesses, approved by the testator, and sealed by the notary in the
presence of the witnesses. As to the time, it will not require very much
more than the generality of wills. There are certain forms necessary to
be gone through, and which are always the same. As to the details, the
greater part will be furnished afterwards by the state in which we
find the affairs of the testator, and by yourself, who, having had the
management of them, can doubtless give full information on the subject.
But besides all this, in order that the instrument may not be contested,
I am anxious to give it the greatest possible authenticity, therefore,
one of my colleagues will help me, and, contrary to custom, will assist
in the dictation of the testament. Are you satisfied, sir?" continued
the notary, addressing the old man.
"Yes," looked the invalid, his eye beaming with delight at the ready
interpretation of his meaning.
"What is he going to do?" thought Villefort, whose position demanded
much reserve, but who was longing to know what his father's intentions
were. He left the room to give orders for another notary to be sent, but
Barrois, who had heard all that passed, had guessed his master's wishes,
and had already gone to fetch one. The procureur then told his wife to
come up. In the course of a quarter of an hour every one had assembled
in the chamber of the paralytic; the second notary had also arrived. A
few words sufficed for a mutual understanding between the two officers
of the law. They read to Noirtier the formal copy of a will, in order
to give him an idea of the terms in which such documents are generally
couched; then, in order to test the capacity of the testator, the first
notary said, turning towards him,--"When an individual makes his will,
it is generally in favor or in prejudice of some person."
"Yes."
"Have you an exact idea of the amount of your fortune?"
"Yes."
"I will name to you several sums which will increase by gradation; you
will stop me when I reach the one representing the amount of your own
possessions?"
"Yes." There was a kind of solemnity in this interrogation. Never had
the struggle between mind and matter been more apparent than now, and
if it was not a sublime, it was, at least, a curious spectacle. They had
formed a circle round the invalid; the second notary was sitting at a
table, prepared for writing, and his colleague was standing before the
testator in the act of interrogating him on the subject to which we have
alluded. "Your fortune exceeds 300,000. francs, does it not?" asked
he. Noirtier made a sign that it did. "Do you possess 400,000 francs?"
inquired the notary. Noirtier's eye remained immovable. "Five
hundred thousand?" The same expression continued. "Six hundred
thousand--700,000--800,000--900,000?" Noirtier stopped him at the
last-named sum. "You are then in possession of 900,000. francs?" asked
the notary. "Yes."
"In landed property?"
"No."
"In stock?"
"Yes."
"The stock is in your own hands?" The look which M. Noirtier cast on
Barrois showed that there was something wanting which he knew where to
find. The old servant left the room, and presently returned, bringing
with him a small casket. "Do you permit us to open this casket?" asked
the notary. Noirtier gave his assent. They opened it, and found 900,000.
francs in bank scrip. The first notary handed over each note, as he
examined it, to his colleague.
The total amount was found to be as M. Noirtier had stated. "It is all
as he has said; it is very evident that the mind still retains its full
force and vigor." Then, turning towards the paralytic, he said, "You
possess, then, 900,000. francs of capital, which, according to the
manner in which you have invested it, ought to bring in an income of
about 40,000 livres?"
"Yes."
"To whom do you desire to leave this fortune?"
"Oh," said Madame de Villefort, "there is not much doubt on that
subject. M. Noirtier tenderly loves his granddaughter, Mademoiselle de
Villefort; it is she who has nursed and tended him for six years, and
has, by her devoted attention, fully secured the affection, I had almost
said the gratitude, of her grandfather, and it is but just that she
should reap the fruit of her devotion." The eye of Noirtier clearly
showed by its expression that he was not deceived by the false assent
given by Madame de Villefort's words and manner to the motives which she
supposed him to entertain. "Is it, then, to Mademoiselle Valentine de
Villefort that you leave these 900,000 francs?" demanded the notary,
thinking he had only to insert this clause, but waiting first for the
assent of Noirtier, which it was necessary should be given before all
the witnesses of this singular scene. Valentine, when her name was
made the subject of discussion, had stepped back, to escape unpleasant
observation; her eyes were cast down, and she was crying. The old
man looked at her for an instant with an expression of the deepest
tenderness, then, turning towards the notary, he significantly winked
his eye in token of dissent.
"What," said the notary, "do you not intend making Mademoiselle
Valentine de Villefort your residuary legatee?"
"No."
"You are not making any mistake, are you?" said the notary; "you really
mean to declare that such is not your intention?"
"No," repeated Noirtier; "No." Valentine raised her head, struck dumb
with astonishment. It was not so much the conviction that she was
disinherited that caused her grief, but her total inability to account
for the feelings which had provoked her grandfather to such an act. But
Noirtier looked at her with so much affectionate tenderness that she
exclaimed, "Oh, grandpapa, I see now that it is only your fortune of
which you deprive me; you still leave me the love which I have always
enjoyed."
"Ah, yes, most assuredly," said the eyes of the paralytic, for he closed
them with an expression which Valentine could not mistake. "Thank you,
thank you," murmured she. The old man's declaration that Valentine
was not the destined inheritor of his fortune had excited the hopes of
Madame de Villefort; she gradually approached the invalid, and said:
"Then, doubtless, dear M. Noirtier, you intend leaving your fortune
to your grandson, Edward de Villefort?" The winking of the eyes which
answered this speech was most decided and terrible, and expressed a
feeling almost amounting to hatred.
"No?" said the notary; "then, perhaps, it is to your son, M. de
Villefort?"
"No." The two notaries looked at each other in mute astonishment and
inquiry as to what were the real intentions of the testator. Villefort
and his wife both grew red, one from shame, the other from anger.
"What have we all done, then, dear grandpapa?" said Valentine; "you no
longer seem to love any of us?" The old man's eyes passed rapidly
from Villefort and his wife, and rested on Valentine with a look of
unutterable fondness. "Well," said she; "if you love me, grandpapa, try
and bring that love to bear upon your actions at this present moment.
You know me well enough to be quite sure that I have never thought
of your fortune; besides, they say I am already rich in right of my
mother--too rich, even. Explain yourself, then." Noirtier fixed his
intelligent eyes on Valentine's hand. "My hand?" said she.
"Yes."
"Her hand!" exclaimed every one.
"Oh, gentlemen, you see it is all useless, and that my father's mind is
really impaired," said Villefort.
"Ah," cried Valentine suddenly, "I understand. It is my marriage you
mean, is it not, dear grandpapa?"
"Yes, yes, yes," signed the paralytic, casting on Valentine a look of
joyful gratitude for having guessed his meaning.
"You are angry with us all on account of this marriage, are you not?"
"Yes?"
"Really, this is too absurd," said Villefort.
"Excuse me, sir," replied the notary; "on the contrary, the meaning of
M. Noirtier is quite evident to me, and I can quite easily connect the
train of ideas passing in his mind."
"You do not wish me to marry M. Franz d'Epinay?" observed Valentine.
"I do not wish it," said the eye of her grandfather. "And you disinherit
your granddaughter," continued the notary, "because she has contracted
an engagement contrary to your wishes?"
"Yes."
"So that, but for this marriage, she would have been your heir?"
"Yes." There was a profound silence. The two notaries were holding
a consultation as to the best means of proceeding with the affair.
Valentine was looking at her grandfather with a smile of intense
gratitude, and Villefort was biting his lips with vexation, while Madame
de Villefort could not succeed in repressing an inward feeling of joy,
which, in spite of herself, appeared in her whole countenance. "But,"
said Villefort, who was the first to break the silence, "I consider that
I am the best judge of the propriety of the marriage in question. I am
the only person possessing the right to dispose of my daughter's hand.
It is my wish that she should marry M. Franz d'Epinay--and she shall
marry him." Valentine sank weeping into a chair.
"Sir," said the notary, "how do you intend disposing of your fortune in
case Mademoiselle de Villefort still determines on marrying M. Franz?"
The old man gave no answer. "You will, of course, dispose of it in some
way or other?"
"Yes."
"In favor of some member of your family?"
"No."
"Do you intend devoting it to charitable purposes, then?" pursued the
notary.
"Yes."
"But," said the notary, "you are aware that the law does not allow a son
to be entirely deprived of his patrimony?"
"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 cannot 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
