"My father is king's attorney," replied Andrea calmly.
"King's attorney?" said the president, stupefied, and without noticing the agitation which spread over the face of M.de Villefort; "king's attorney?""Yes; and if you wish to know his name, I will tell it, --he is named Villefort." The explosion, which had been so long restrained from a feeling of respect to the court of justice, now burst forth like thunder from the breasts of all present; the court itself did not seek to restrain the feelings of the audience.The exclamations, the insults addressed to Benedetto, who remained perfectly unconcerned, the energetic gestures, the movement of the gendarmes, the sneers of the scum of the crowd always sure to rise to the surface in case of any disturbance -- all this lasted five minutes, before the door-keepers and magistrates were able to restore silence.In the midst of this tumult the voice of the president was heard to exclaim, -- "Are you playing with justice, accused, and do you dare set your fellow-citizens an example of disorder which even in these times his never been equalled?"Several persons hurried up to M.de Villefort, who sat half bowed over in his chair, offering him consolation, encouragement, and protestations of zeal and sympathy.Order was re-established in the hall, except that a few people still moved about and whispered to one another.A lady, it was said, had just fainted; they had supplied her with a smelling-bottle, and she had recovered.During the scene of tumult, Andrea had turned his smiling face towards the assembly; then, leaning with one hand on the oaken rail of the dock, in the most graceful attitude possible, he said:
"Gentlemen, I assure you I had no idea of insulting the court, or of ****** a useless disturbance in the presence of this honorable assembly.They ask my age; I tell it.They ask where I was born; I answer.They ask my name, I cannot give it, since my parents abandoned me.But though I cannot give my own name, not possessing one, I can tell them my father's.Now I repeat, my father is named M.de Villefort, and I am ready to prove it."There was an energy, a conviction, and a sincerity in the manner of the young man, which silenced the tumult.All eyes were turned for a moment towards the procureur, who sat as motionless as though a thunderbolt had changed him into a corpse."Gentlemen," said Andrea, commanding silence by his voice and manner; "I owe you the proofs and explanations of what I have said.""But," said the irritated president, "you called yourself Benedetto, declared yourself an orphan, and claimed Corsica as your country.""I said anything I pleased, in order that the solemn declaration I have just made should not be withheld, which otherwise would certainly have been the case.I now repeat that I was born at Auteuil on the night of the 27th of September, 1817, and that I am the son of the procureur, M.
de Villefort.Do you wish for any further details? I will give them.I was born in No.28, Rue de la Fontaine, in a room hung with red damask; my father took me in his arms, telling my mother I was dead, wrapped me in a napkin marked with an H and an N, and carried me into a garden, where he buried me alive."A shudder ran through the assembly when they saw that the confidence of the prisoner increased in proportion to the terror of M.de Villefort."But how have you become acquainted with all these details?" asked the president.
"I will tell you, Mr.President.A man who had sworn vengeance against my father, and had long watched his opportunity to kill him, had introduced himself that night into the garden in which my father buried me.He was concealed in a thicket; he saw my father bury something in the ground, and stabbed him; then thinking the deposit might contain some treasure he turned up the ground, and found me still living.The man carried me to the foundling asylum, where I was registered under the number 37.Three months afterwards, a woman travelled from Rogliano to Paris to fetch me, and having claimed me as her son, carried me away.
Thus, you see, though born in Paris, I was brought up in Corsica."There was a moment's silence, during which one could have fancied the hall empty, so profound was the stillness.
"Proceed," said the president.
