"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, whilst 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 notaiy, "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 disposes 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
