hope

“I hope so,” said Dorothy earnestly, “since you seem anxious to have them.”

“Let us hope, my child,” cried the marquis, “that M.

“Madame,” replied Villefort, with a mournful smile, “I have already had the honor to observe that my father has—at least, I hope so—abjured his past errors, and that he is, at the present moment, a firm and zealous friend to religion and order—a better royalist, possibly, than his son; for he has to atone for past dereliction, while I have no other impulse than warm, decided preference and conviction.” Having made this well-turned speech, Villefort looked carefully around to mark the effect of his oratory, much as he would have done had he been addressing the bench in open court.

“The vessel was in as good condition as I am, and as, I hope you are, M.