Blacas, let it be your care to see that the brevet is made out and sent to M.de Villefort." Villefort's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride; he took the cross and kissed it.
"And now," he said, "may I inquire what are the orders with which your majesty deigns to honor me ?" "Take what rest you require, and remember that if you are not able to serve me here in Paris, you may be of the greatest service to me at Marseilles." "Sire," replied Villefort, bowing, "in an hour I shall have quitted Paris." "Go, sir," said the king; "and should I forget you (kings' memories are short), do not be afraid to bring yourself to my recollection.

Baron, send for the minister of war.

Blacas, remain." "Ah, sir," said the minister of police to Villefort, as they left the Tuileries, "you entered by luck's door--your fortune is made." "Will it be long first ?" muttered Villefort, saluting the minister, whose career was ended, and looking about him for a hackney-coach.
One passed at the moment, which he hailed; he gave his address to the driver, and springing in, threw himself on the seat, and gave loose to dreams of ambition.
Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotel, ordered horses to be ready in two hours, and asked to have his breakfast brought to him.

He was about to begin his repast when the sound of the bell rang sharp and loud.

The valet opened the door, and Villefort heard some one speak his name.
"Who could know that I was here already ?" said the young man.