"What is your business?"
"I never bothered about the usual trades of the general run of people. I was first a counterfeiter, then a thief, and afterward committed my first murder."
A storm of anger ran through the assembly, even the judge and the jury could not suppress their loathing at the unheard of cynicism of the prisoner.
"Are you going to give your name now?" asked the judge.
"I am not able to give you my own name, but I know that of my father."
"Name it, then."
"My father is a district-attorney," continued the prisoner with great calmness, glancing at Monsieur de Villefort, who turned deathly pale.
"District-attorney?" exclaimed the judge, greatly astonished. "And his name is?"
"His name is Monsieur de Villefort, and he is sitting in front of you."
"You are fooling with the court," said the judge angrily. "I warn you for the last time and command you to tell the truth."