his cramped hand he grasped a piece of furniture to enable him to stand upright.
"He is going to fall!" cried Morrel.
The trembling which had attacked Barrois gradually increased, the features of the face became quite altered, and the convulsive movement of the muscles indicated a most serious nervous attack. Noirtier, seeing Barrois in this pitiable condition, showed by his looks all the various emotions which can animate the heart of man. Barrois made some steps toward his master.
"Ah, sir!" said he, "tell me what is the matter with me. I am suffering―I cannot see. A thousand fiery darts are piercing my brain. Ah! don't touch me, pray don't."
By this time his haggard eyes were starting from their sockets; his head fell back, and the rest of the body began to stiffen.
Valentine uttered a cry of horror; Morrel took her in his arms, as if to defend her from some unknown danger.
"M. d'Avrigny! M. d'Avrigny" cried she, in a stifled voice. "Help! help!"
Barrois turned round and, with a great effort, stumbled a few steps, then fell at the feet of Noirtier, and resting his hand on the knee of the invalid, exclaimed:
"My master! my good master!"
At this moment Villefort, attracted by the noise, appeared on the threshold. Morrel relaxed his hold of Valentine, and retreating to a distant corner of the room, he remained half hidden behind a curtain. Pale as if he had been gazing on a serpent, he fixed his terrified eye on the agonized sufferer.
Noirtier, burning with impatience and terror, was in despair at his utter inability to help his old domestic, whom he regarded more in the light of a friend than a servant. One might trace the terrible conflict which was going on between the living, energetic mind, and the inanimate and helpless body, by the fearful swelling of the veins of his forehead and the contraction of the muscles round the eye.
Barrois, his features convulsed, his eyes suffused with blood, and his head thrown back, was lying at full length, beating the floor with his hands, whilst his legs were become so stiff that they looked as if they would break rather than bend. A slight appearance of foam was visible round the mouth, and he breathed painfully, and with extreme difficulty.
Villefort seemed stupified with astonishment, and remained gazing intently on the scene before him without uttering a word. He had not seen Morrel. After a moment of dumb contemplation, during which
