“Certainly. But lose no time; we have lost too much already.”
“That is true. Only think what the poor fellow may even now be suffering.”
Villefort shuddered at the suggestion; but he had gone too far to draw back. Dantès must be crushed to gratify Villefort’s ambition.
Villefort dictated a petition, in which, from an excellent intention, no doubt, Dantès’ patriotic services were exaggerated, and he was made out one of the most active agents of Napoleon’s return.
It was evident that at the sight of this document the minister would instantly release him.
The petition finished, Villefort read it aloud.
“That will do,” said he; “leave the rest to me.”
“Will the petition go soon?”
“Today.”
“Countersigned by you?”
“The best thing I can do will be to certify the truth of the contents of your petition.”
And, sitting down, Villefort wrote the certificate at the bottom.
“What more is to be done?”
“I will do whatever is necessary.” This assurance delighted Morrel, who took leave of Villefort, and hastened to announce to old Dantès that he would soon see his son.