quickly as if he himself had been able to seek for what he wanted. At the word Notary, Noirtier made a sign to her to stop.
"Notary," said she, "do you want a notary, dear grandpapa?" The old man again signified that it was a notary he desired. "You would wish a notary to be sent for, then!" said Valentine.
"Yes."
"Shall my father be informed of your wish?"
"Yes."
"Do you wish the notary should be sent for immediately?"
"Yes."
"Then they shall go for him directly, dear grandpapa. Is that all you want?"
"Yes." Valentine rang the bell, and ordered the servant to tell M. or Mme. de Villefort that they were requested to come to M. Noirtier's room.
"Are you satisfied now?" inquired Valentine.
"Yes."
"I am sure you are; it is not very difficult to discover that." And the young girl smiled on her grandfather as if he had been a child. Villefort entered, followed by Barrois.
"What do you want me for, sir?" demanded he of the paralytic.
"Sir," said Valentine, "my grandfather wishes for a notary." At this strange and unexpected demand Villefort and his father exchanged looks.
"Yes," motioned the latter, with a firmness which seemed to declare that with the help of Valentine and his old servant, who both knew what his wishes were, he was quite prepared to maintain the contest.
"Do you wish for a notary?" asked Villefort.
"Yes."
"What to do?"
Noirtier made no answer.
"What do you want with a notary?" again repeated Villefort. The invalid's eye remained fixed, by which expression he intended to intimate that his resolution was unalterable.
"Is it to do us some ill turn? Do you think it is worth while?" said Villefort.
"Still," said Barrois, with the freedom and fidelity of an old servant, "if M. Noirtier asks for a notary, I suppose he really wishes for a notary; therefore I shall go at once and fetch one." Barrois acknowledged no master but Noirtier, and never allowed his desires in any way to be contradicted.
