manner to the motives which she supposed him to entertain.
“Is it, then, to Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort that you leave these 900,000 francs?” demanded the notary, thinking he had only to insert this clause, but waiting first for the assent of Noirtier, which it was necessary should be given before all the witnesses of this singular scene.
Valentine, when her name was made the subject of discussion, had stepped back, to escape unpleasant observation; her eyes were cast down, and she was crying. The old man looked at her for an instant with an expression of the deepest tenderness, then, turning towards the notary, he significantly winked his eye in token of dissent.
“What,” said the notary, “do you not intend making Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort your residuary legatee?”
“No.”
“You are not making any mistake, are you?” said the notary; “you really mean to declare that