“Be as quick as possible, I must be on the road in a quarter of an hour.”
“Tell your coachman to stop at the door.”
“You will present my excuses to the marquise and Mademoiselle Renée, whom I leave on such a day with great regret.”
“You will find them both here, and can make your farewells in person.”
“A thousand thanks—and now for the letter.”
The marquis rang, a servant entered.
“Say to the Comte de Salvieux that I would like to see him.”
“Now, then, go,” said the marquis.
“I shall be gone only a few moments.”
Villefort hastily quitted the apartment, but reflecting that the sight of the deputy procureur running through the streets would be enough to throw the whole city into confusion, he resumed his ordinary pace. At his door he perceived a figure in the shadow that seemed to wait for him. It was Mercédès, who, hearing no news of her lover, had come unobserved to inquire after him.