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Count of Monte Cristo, The
Chapter 59 - The Will
Alexandre Dumas
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       _ As soon as Barrois had left the room, Noirtier looked at
       Valentine with a malicious expression that said many things.
       The young girl perfectly understood the look, and so did
       Villefort, for his countenance became clouded, and he
       knitted his eyebrows angrily. He took a seat, and quietly
       awaited the arrival of the notary. Noirtier saw him seat
       himself with an appearance of perfect indifference, at the
       same time giving a side look at Valentine, which made her
       understand that she also was to remain in the room.
       Three-quarters of an hour after, Barrois returned, bringing
       the notary with him. "Sir," said Villefort, after the first
       salutations were over, "you were sent for by M. Noirtier,
       whom you see here. All his limbs have become completely
       paralysed, he has lost his voice also, and we ourselves find
       much trouble in endeavoring to catch some fragments of his
       meaning." Noirtier cast an appealing look on Valentine,
       which look was at once so earnest and imperative, that she
       answered immediately. "Sir," said she, "I perfectly
       understand my grandfather's meaning at all times."
       "That is quite true," said Barrois; "and that is what I told
       the gentleman as we walked along."
       "Permit me," said the notary, turning first to Villefort and
       then to Valentine -- "permit me to state that the case in
       question is just one of those in which a public officer like
       myself cannot proceed to act without thereby incurring a
       dangerous responsibility. The first thing necessary to
       render an act valid is, that the notary should be thoroughly
       convinced that he has faithfully interpreted the will and
       wishes of the person dictating the act. Now I cannot be sure
       of the approbation or disapprobation of a client who cannot
       speak, and as the object of his desire or his repugnance
       cannot be clearly proved to me, on account of his want of
       speech, my services here would be quite useless, and cannot
       be legally exercised." The notary then prepared to retire.
       An imperceptible smile of triumph was expressed on the lips
       of the procureur. Noirtier looked at Valentine with an
       expression so full of grief, that she arrested the departure
       of the notary. "Sir," said she, "the language which I speak
       with my grandfather may be easily learnt, and I can teach
       you in a few minutes, to understand it almost as well as I
       can myself. Will you tell me what you require, in order to
       set your conscience quite at ease on the subject?"
       "In order to render an act valid, I must be certain of the
       approbation or disapprobation of my client. Illness of body
       would not affect the validity of the deed, but sanity of
       mind is absolutely requisite."
       "Well, sir, by the help of two signs, with which I will
       acquaint you presently, you may ascertain with perfect
       certainty that my grandfather is still in the full
       possession of all his mental faculties. M. Noirtier, being
       deprived of voice and motion, is accustomed to convey his
       meaning by closing his eyes when he wishes to signify `yes,'
       and to wink when he means `no.' You now know quite enough to
       enable you to converse with M. Noirtier; -- try." Noirtier
       gave Valentine such a look of tenderness and gratitude that
       it was comprehended even by the notary himself. "You have
       heard and understood what your granddaughter has been
       saying, sir, have you?" asked the notary. Noirtier closed
       his eyes. "And you approve of what she said -- that is to
       say, you declare that the signs which she mentioned are
       really those by means of which you are accustomed to convey
       your thoughts?"
       "Yes."
       "It was you who sent for me?"
       "Yes."
       "To make your will?"
       "Yes."
       "And you do not wish me to go away without fulfilling your
       original intentions?" The old man winked violently. "Well,
       sir," said the young girl, "do you understand now, and is
       your conscience perfectly at rest on the subject?" But
       before the notary could answer, Villefort had drawn him
       aside. "Sir," said he, "do you suppose for a moment that a
       man can sustain a physical shock, such as M. Noirtier has
       received, without any detriment to his mental faculties?"
       "It is not exactly that, sir," said the notary, "which makes
       me uneasy, but the difficulty will be in wording his
       thoughts and intentions, so as to be able to get his
       answers."
       "You must see that to be an utter impossibility," said
       Villefort. Valentine and the old man heard this
       conversation, and Noirtier fixed his eye so earnestly on
       Valentine that she felt bound to answer to the look.
       "Sir," said she, "that need not make you uneasy, however
       difficult it may at first sight appear to be. I can discover
       and explain to you my grandfather's thoughts, so as to put
       an end to all your doubts and fears on the subject. I have
       now been six years with M. Noirtier, and let him tell you if
       ever once, during that time, he has entertained a thought
       which he was unable to make me understand."
       "No," signed the old man.
       "Let us try what we can do, then," said the notary. "You
       accept this young lady as your interpreter, M. Noirtier?"
       "Yes."
       "Well, sir, what do you require of me, and what document is
       it that you wish to be drawn up?" Valentine named all the
       letters of the alphabet until she came to W. At this letter
       the eloquent eye of Noirtier gave her notice that she was to
       stop. "It is very evident that it is the letter W which M.
       Noirtier wants," said the notary. "Wait," said Valentine;
       and, turning to her grandfather, she repeated, "Wa -- We --
       Wi" -- The old man stopped her at the last syllable.
       Valentine then took the dictionary, and the notary watched
       her while she turned over the pages. She passed her finger
       slowly down the columns, and when she came to the word
       "Will," M. Noirtier's eye bade her stop. "Will," said the
       notary; "it is very evident that M. Noirtier is desirous of
       making his will."
       "Yes, yes, yes," motioned the invalid.
       "Really, sir, you must allow that this is most
       extraordinary," said the astonished notary, turning to M. de
       Villefort. "Yes," said the procureur, "and I think the will
       promises to be yet more extraordinary, for I cannot see how
       it is to be drawn up without the intervention of Valentine,
       and she may, perhaps, be considered as too much interested
       in its contents to allow of her being a suitable interpreter
       of the obscure and ill-defined wishes of her grandfather."
       "No, no, no," replied the eye of the paralytic.
       "What?" said Villefort, "do you mean to say that Valentine
       is not interested in your will?"
       "No."
       "Sir," said the notary, whose interest had been greatly
       excited, and who had resolved on publishing far and wide the
       account of this extraordinary and picturesque scene, "what
       appeared so impossible to me an hour ago, has now become
       quite easy and practicable, and this may be a perfectly
       valid will, provided it be read in the presence of seven
       witnesses, approved by the testator, and sealed by the
       notary in the presence of the witnesses. As to the time, it
       will not require very much more than the generality of
       wills. There are certain forms necessary to be gone through,
       and which are always the same. As to the details, the
       greater part will be furnished afterwards by the state in
       which we find the affairs of the testator, and by yourself,
       who, having had the management of them, can doubtless give
       full information on the subject. But besides all this, in
       order that the instrument may not be contested, I am anxious
       to give it the greatest possible authenticity, therefore,
       one of my colleagues will help me, and, contrary to custom,
       will assist in the dictation of the testament. Are you
       satisfied, sir?" continued the notary, addressing the old
       man.
       "Yes," looked the invalid, his eye beaming with delight at
       the ready interpretation of his meaning.
       "What is he going to do?" thought Villefort, whose position
       demanded much reserve, but who was longing to know what his
       father's intentions were. He left the room to give orders
       for another notary to be sent, but Barrois, who had heard
       all that passed, had guessed his master's wishes, and had
       already gone to fetch one. The procureur then told his wife
       to come up. In the course of a quarter of an hour every one
       had assembled in the chamber of the paralytic; the second
       notary had also arrived. A few words sufficed for a mutual
       understanding between the two officers of the law. They read
       to Noirtier the formal copy of a will, in order to give him
       an idea of the terms in which such documents are generally
       couched; then, in order to test the capacity of the
       testator, the first notary said, turning towards him, --
       "When an individual makes his will, it is generally in favor
       or in prejudice of some person."
       "Yes."
       "Have you an exact idea of the amount of your fortune?"
       "Yes."
       "I will name to you several sums which will increase by
       gradation; you will stop me when I reach the one
       representing the amount of your own possessions?"
       "Yes." There was a kind of solemnity in this interrogation.
       Never had the struggle between mind and matter been more
       apparent than now, and if it was not a sublime, it was, at
       least, a curious spectacle. They had formed a circle round
       the invalid; the second notary was sitting at a table,
       prepared for writing, and his colleague was standing before
       the testator in the act of interrogating him on the subject
       to which we have alluded. "Your fortune exceeds 300,000
       francs, does it not?" asked he. Noirtier made a sign that it
       did. "Do you possess 400,000 francs?" inquired the notary.
       Noirtier's eye remained immovable. "Five hundred thousand?"
       The same expression continued. "Six hundred thousand --
       700,000 -- 800,000 -- 900,000?" Noirtier stopped him at the
       last-named sum. "You are then in possession of 900,000
       francs?" asked the notary. "Yes."
       "In landed property?"
       "No."
       "In stock?"
       "Yes."
       "The stock is in your own hands?" The look which M. Noirtier
       cast on Barrois showed that there was something wanting
       which he knew where to find. The old servant left the room,
       and presently returned, bringing with him a small casket.
       "Do you permit us to open this casket?" asked the notary.
       Noirtier gave his assent. They opened it, and found 900,000
       francs in bank scrip. The first notary handed over each
       note, as he examined it, to his colleague.
       The total amount was found to be as M. Noirtier had stated.
       "It is all as he has said; it is very evident that the mind
       still retains its full force and vigor." Then, turning
       towards the paralytic, he said, "You possess, then, 900,000
       francs of capital, which, according to the manner in which
       you have invested it, ought to bring in an income of about
       40,000 livres?"
       "Yes."
       "To whom do you desire to leave this fortune?"
       "Oh," said Madame de Villefort, "there is not much doubt on
       that subject. M. Noirtier tenderly loves his granddaughter,
       Mademoiselle de Villefort; it is she who has nursed and
       tended him for six years, and has, by her devoted attention,
       fully secured the affection, I had almost said the
       gratitude, of her grandfather, and it is but just that she
       should reap the fruit of her devotion." The eye of Noirtier
       clearly showed by its expression that he was not deceived by
       the false assent given by Madame de Villefort's words and
       manner to the motives which she supposed him to entertain.
       "Is it, then, to Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort that
       you leave these 900,000 francs?" demanded the notary,
       thinking he had only to insert this clause, but waiting
       first for the assent of Noirtier, which it was necessary
       should be given before all the witnesses of this singular
       scene. Valentine, when her name was made the subject of
       discussion, had stepped back, to escape unpleasant
       observation; her eyes were cast down, and she was crying.
       The old man looked at her for an instant with an expression
       of the deepest tenderness, then, turning towards the notary,
       he significantly winked his eye in token of dissent.
       "What," said the notary, "do you not intend making
       Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort your residuary legatee?"
       "No."
       "You are not making any mistake, are you?" said the notary;
       "you really mean to declare that such is not your
       intention?"
       "No," repeated Noirtier; "No." Valentine raised her head,
       struck dumb with astonishment. It was not so much the
       conviction that she was disinherited that caused her grief,
       but her total inability to account for the feelings which
       had provoked her grandfather to such an act. But Noirtier
       looked at her with so much affectionate tenderness that she
       exclaimed, "Oh, grandpapa, I see now that it is only your
       fortune of which you deprive me; you still leave me the love
       which I have always enjoyed."
       "Ah, yes, most assuredly," said the eyes of the paralytic,
       for he closed them with an expression which Valentine could
       not mistake. "Thank you, thank you," murmured she. The old
       man's declaration that Valentine was not the destined
       inheritor of his fortune had excited the hopes of Madame de
       Villefort; she gradually approached the invalid, and said:
       "Then, doubtless, dear M. Noirtier, you intend leaving your
       fortune to your grandson, Edward de Villefort?" The winking
       of the eyes which answered this speech was most decided and
       terrible, and expressed a feeling almost amounting to
       hatred.
       "No?" said the notary; "then, perhaps, it is to your son, M.
       de Villefort?"
       "No." The two notaries looked at each other in mute
       astonishment and inquiry as to what were the real intentions
       of the testator. Villefort and his wife both grew red, one
       from shame, the other from anger.
       "What have we all done, then, dear grandpapa?" said
       Valentine; "you no longer seem to love any of us?" The old
       man's eyes passed rapidly from Villefort and his wife, and
       rested on Valentine with a look of unutterable fondness.
       "Well," said she; "if you love me, grandpapa, try and bring
       that love to bear upon your actions at this present moment.
       You know me well enough to be quite sure that I have never
       thought of your fortune; besides, they say I am already rich
       in right of my mother -- too rich, even. Explain yourself,
       then." Noirtier fixed his intelligent eyes on Valentine's
       hand. "My hand?" said she.
       "Yes."
       "Her hand!" exclaimed every one.
       "Oh, gentlemen, you see it is all useless, and that my
       father's mind is really impaired," said Villefort.
       "Ah," cried Valentine suddenly, "I understand. It is my
       marriage you mean, is it not, dear grandpapa?"
       "Yes, yes, yes," signed the paralytic, casting on Valentine
       a look of joyful gratitude for having guessed his meaning.
       "You are angry with us all on account of this marriage, are
       you not?"
       "Yes?"
       "Really, this is too absurd," said Villefort.
       "Excuse me, sir," replied the notary; "on the contrary, the
       meaning of M. Noirtier is quite evident to me, and I can
       quite easily connect the train of ideas passing in his
       mind."
       "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, while 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 notary, "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 dispose 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 position I cannot plead against the
       poor." The eye of Noirtier beamed with triumph. "What do you
       decide on, sir?" asked the notary of Villefort.
       "Nothing, sir; it is a resolution which my father has taken
       and I know he never alters his mind. I am quite resigned.
       These 900,000 francs will go out of the family in order to
       enrich some hospital; but it is ridiculous thus to yield to
       the caprices of an old man, and I shall, therefore, act
       according to my conscience." Having said this, Villefort
       quitted the room with his wife, leaving his father at
       liberty to do as he pleased. The same day the will was made,
       the witnesses were brought, it was approved by the old man,
       sealed in the presence of all and given in charge to M.
       Deschamps, the family notary. _
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Chapter 1 Marseilles - The Arrival
Chapter 2 - Father and Son
Chapter 3 - The Catalans
Chapter 4 - Conspiracy
Chapter 5 - The Marriage-Feast
Chapter 6 - The Deputy Procureur du Roi
Chapter 7 - The Examination
Chapter 8 - The Chateau D'If
Chapter 9 - The Evening of the Betrothal
Chapter 10 - The King's Closet at the Tuileries
Chapter 11 - The Corsican Ogre
Chapter 12 - Father and Son
Chapter 13 - The Hundred Days
Chapter 14 - The Two Prisoners
Chapter 15 - Number 34 and Number 27
Chapter 16 - A Learned Italian
Chapter 17 - The Abbe's Chamber
Chapter 18 - The Treasure
Chapter 19 - The Third Attack
Chapter 20 - The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If
Chapter 21 - The Island of Tiboulen
Chapter 22 - The Smugglers
Chapter 23 - The Island of Monte Cristo
Chapter 24 - The Secret Cave
Chapter 25 - The Unknown
Chapter 26 - The Pont du Gard Inn
Chapter 27 - The Story
Chapter 28 - The Prison Register
Chapter 29 - The House of Morrel & Son
Chapter 30 - The Fifth of September
Chapter 31 - Italy: Sinbad the Sailor
Chapter 32 - The Waking
Chapter 33 - Roman Bandits
Chapter 34 - The Colosseum
Chapter 35 - La Mazzolata
Chapter 36 - The Carnival at Rome
Chapter 37 - The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian
Chapter 38 - The Compact
Chapter 39 - The Guests
Chapter 40 - The Breakfast
Chapter 41 - The Presentation
Chapter 42 - Monsieur Bertuccio
Chapter 43 - The House at Auteuil
Chapter 44 - The Vendetta
Chapter 45 - The Rain of Blood
Chapter 46 - Unlimited Credit
Chapter 47 - The Dappled Grays
Chapter 48 - Ideology
Chapter 49 - Haidee
Chapter 50 - The Morrel Family
Chapter 51 - Pyramus and Thisbe
Chapter 52 - Toxicology
Chapter 53 - Robert le Diable
Chapter 54 - A Flurry in Stocks
Chapter 55 - Major Cavalcanti
Chapter 56 - Andrea Cavalcanti
Chapter 57 - In the Lucerne Patch
Chapter 58 - M Noirtier de Villefort
Chapter 59 - The Will
Chapter 60 - The Telegraph
Chapter 61 - How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His Peaches
Chapter 62 - Ghosts
Chapter 63 - The Dinner
Chapter 64 - The Beggar
Chapter 65 - A Conjugal Scene
Chapter 66 - Matrimonial Projects
Chapter 67 - At the Office of the King's Attorney
Chapter 68 - A Summer Ball
Chapter 69 - The Inquiry
Chapter 70 - The Ball
Chapter 71 - Bread and Salt
Chapter 72 - Madame de Saint-Meran
Chapter 73 - The Promise
Chapter 74 - The Villefort Family Vault
Chapter 75 - A Signed Statement
Chapter 76 - Progress of Cavalcanti the Younger
Chapter 77 - Haidee
Chapter 78 - We hear From Yanina
Chapter 79 - The Lemonade
Chapter 80 - The Accusation
Chapter 81 - The Room of the Retired Baker
Chapter 82 - The Burglary
Chapter 83 - The Hand of God
Chapter 84 - Beauchamp
Chapter 85 - The Journey
Chapter 86 - The Trial
Chapter 87 - The Challenge
Chapter 88 - The Insult
Chapter 89 - A Nocturnal Interview
Chapter 90 - The Meeting
Chapter 91 - Mother and Son
Chapter 92 - The Suicide
Chapter 93 - Valentine
Chapter 94 - Maximilian's Avowal
Chapter 95 - Father and Daughter
Chapter 96 - The Contract
Chapter 97 - The Departure for Belgium
Chapter 98 - The Bell and Bottle Tavern
Chapter 99 - The Law
Chapter 100 - The Apparition
Chapter 101 - Locusta
Chapter 102 - Valentine
Chapter 103 - Maximilian
Chapter 104 - Danglars Signature
Chapter 105 - The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise
Chapter 106 - Dividing the Proceeds
Chapter 107 - The Lions' Den
Chapter 108 - The Judge
Chapter 109 - The Assizes
Chapter 110 - The Indictment
Chapter 111 - Expiation
Chapter 112 - The Departure
Chapter 113 - The Past
Chapter 114 - Peppino
Chapter 115 - Luigi Vampa's Bill of Fare
Chapter 116 - The Pardon
Chapter 117 - The Fifth of October