This lad, for he was scarcely a man,--simple, natural, eloquent with that eloquence of the heart never found when sought for; full of affection for everybody, because he was happy, and because happiness renders even the wicked good--extended his affection even to his judge, spite of Villefort's severe look and stern accent.

Dantes seemed full of kindness.
"Pardieu," said Villefort, "he is a noble fellow.

I hope I shall gain Renee's favor easily by obeying the first command she ever imposed on me.

I shall have at least a pressure of the hand in public, and a sweet kiss in private." Full of this idea, Villefort's face became so joyous, that when he turned to Dantes, the latter, who had watched the change on his physiognomy, was smiling also.
"Sir," said Villefort, "have you any enemies, at least, that you know." "I have enemies ?" replied Dantes; "my position is not sufficiently elevated for that.

As for my disposition, that is, perhaps, somewhat too hasty; but I have striven to repress it.