CHAPTER XI
THE OGRE OF CORSICA
T the sight of this agitation Louis XVIII. pushed from him violently the table at which he was writing.
"What ails you, M. le Baron?" he exclaimed. "You appear quite aghast. This trouble — this hesitation — have they anything to do with what M. de Blacas has told me, and M. de Villefort has just confirmed?"
M. de Blacas moved suddenly toward the baron, but the fright of the courtier precluded the triumph of the statesman; and besides, as matters were, it was much more to his advantage that the prefect of police should triumph over him than that he should humiliate the prefect.
"Sire,———" stammered the baron.
"Well, what is it?" asked Louis XVIII.
The minister of police, giving way to an impulse of despair, was about to throw himself at the feet of Louis XVIII, who retreated a step and frowned.
"Will you speak?" he said.
"Oh! sire, what a dreadful misfortune! I am, indeed, to be pitied. I can never forgive myself!"
"Monsieur," said Louis XVIII, "I command you to speak."
"Well, sire, the usurper left Elba on the 26th of February, and landed on the 1st of March."
"And where? In Italy?" asked the king eagerly.
"In France, sire, — at a small port, near Antibes, in the Gulf of Juan."
"The usurper landed in France, near Antibes, in the Gulf of Juan, two hundred and fifty leagues from Paris, on the 1st of March, and you only acquired this information to-day, the 3d of March! Well, sir, what
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