his face became pale, and his hair seemed to stand on end, he sprang toward the door, crying out:
"Doctor! doctor! come instantly; pray come!"
"Madame! madame!" cried Valentine, calling her step-mother, and running upstairs to meet her; "come quick, quick! and bring your bottle of smelling-salts with you."
"What is the matter?" said Madame de Villefort, in a harsh and constrained tone.
"Oh! come! come."
"But where is the doctor?" exclaimed Villefort; "where is he?"
Madame de Villefort now deliberately descended the staircase. In one hand she held her handkerchief, with which she appeared to be wiping her face, and in the other a bottle of English smelling-salts. Her first look on entering the room was at Noirtier, whose face, independent of the emotion which such a scene could not fail of producing, proclaimed him to be in possession of his usual health; her second glance was at the dying man. She turned pale, and her eye passed quickly from the servant, and rested on the master.
"In the name of heaven, madame," said Villefort, "where is the doctor? He was with you just now. You see this is a fit of apoplexy, and he might be saved if he could but be bled!"
"Has he eaten anything lately?" asked Madame de Villefort, eluding her husband's question.
"Madame," replied Valentine, "he has not even breakfasted. He has been running very fast on an errand with which my grandfather charged him, and when he returned he took nothing but a glass of lemonade."
"Ah!" said Madame de Villefort; "why did he not take wine? Lemonade was a very bad thing for him."
"Grandpapa's bottle of lemonade was standing just by his side; poor Barrois was very thirsty, and was thankful to drink anything he could find."
Madame de Villefort started. Noirtier looked at her with a glance of the most profound scrutiny.
"He has such a short neck," said she.
"Madame," said Villefort, "I ask where is M. d'Avrigny? In God's name, answer me!"
"He is with Edward, who is not quite well," replied Madame de Villefort, no longer being able to avoid answering. Villefort rushed upstairs to fetch him himself.
"Take this," said Madame de Villefort, giving her smelling-bottle to Valentine. "They will, no doubt, bleed him; therefore I will retire,
