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"It is well.As soon as he arrives inform me.We must be expeditious.And then I also wish to see a notary, that Imay be assured that all our property returns to Valentine.""Ah, grandmamma," murmured Valentine, pressing her lips on the burning brow, "do you wish to kill me? Oh, how feverish you are; we must not send for a notary, but for a doctor.""A doctor?" said she, shrugging her shoulders, "I am not ill; I am thirsty -- that is all.""What are you drinking, dear grandmamma?""The same as usual, my dear, my glass is there on the table -- give it to me, Valentine." Valentine poured the orangeade into a glass and gave it to her grandmother with a certain degree of dread, for it was the same glass she fancied that had been touched by the spectre.The marchioness drained the glass at a single draught, and then turned on her pillow, repeating, -- "The notary, the notary!"M.de Villefort left the room, and Valentine seated herself at the bedside of her grandmother.The poor child appeared herself to require the doctor she had recommended to her aged relative.A bright spot burned in either cheek, her respiration was short and difficult, and her pulse beat with feverish excitement.She was thinking of the despair of Maximilian, when he should be informed that Madame de Saint-Meran, instead of being an ally, was unconsciously acting as his enemy.More than once she thought of revealing all to her grandmother, and she would not have hesitated a moment, if Maximilian Morrel had been named Albert de Morcerf or Raoul de Chateau-Renaud; but Morrel was of plebeian extraction, and Valentine knew how the haughty Marquise de Saint-Meran despised all who were not noble.Her secret had each time been repressed when she was about to reveal it, by the sad conviction that it would be useless to do so; for, were it once discovered by her father and mother, all would be lost.Two hours passed thus; Madame de Saint-Meran was in a feverish sleep, and the notary had arrived.Though his coming was announced in a very low tone, Madame de Saint-Meran arose from her pillow."The notary!"she exclaimed, "let him come in."

The notary, who was at the door, immediately entered."Go, Valentine," said Madame de Saint-Meran, "and leave me with this gentleman.""But, grandmamma" --

"Leave me -- go!" The young girl kissed her grandmother, and left with her handkerchief to her eyes; at the door she found the valet de chambre, who told her that the doctor was waiting in the dining-room.Valentine instantly ran down.

The doctor was a friend of the family, and at the same time one of the cleverest men of the day, and very fond of Valentine, whose birth he had witnessed.He had himself a daughter about her age, but whose life was one continued source of anxiety and fear to him from her mother having been consumptive.