“Ah, it is really a serious matter, then?” asked the marquis, remarking the cloud on Villefort’s brow.
“So serious that I must take leave of you for a few days; so,” added he, turning to Renée, “judge for yourself if it be not important.”
“You are going to leave us?” cried Renée, unable to hide her emotion at this unexpected announcement.
“Alas,” returned Villefort, “I must!”
“Where, then, are you going?” asked the marquise.
“That, madame, is an official secret; but if you have any commissions for Paris, a friend of mine is going there tonight, and will with pleasure undertake them.” The guests looked at each other.
“You wish to speak to me alone?” said the marquis.
“Yes, let us go to the library, please.” The marquis took his arm, and they left the salon.
“Well,” asked he, as soon as they were by themselves, “tell me what it is?”
“An affair of the greatest importance, that demands my immediate presence in Paris. Now, excuse the indiscretion, marquis, but have you any landed property?”
“All my fortune is in the funds; seven or eight hundred thousand francs.”
“Then sell out—sell out, marquis, or you will lose it all.”
“But how can I sell out here?”
“You have a broker, have you not?”
“Yes.”
“Then give me a letter to him, and tell him to sell out without an instant’s delay, perhaps even now I shall arrive too late.”
“The deuce you say!” replied the marquis, “let us lose no time, then!”