The Count of Monte Cristo

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"Are we quite alone, my friend?"

"Yes, quite; but why all these precautions?"

"Because I have a terrible secret to communicate to you," said the
doctor. "Let us sit down."

Villefort fell, rather than seated himself. The doctor stood before him,
with one hand placed on his shoulder. Morrel, horrified, supported
his head with one hand, and with the other pressed his heart, lest its
beatings should be heard. "Dead, dead!" repeated he within himself; and
he felt as if he were also dying.

"Speak, doctor--I am listening," said Villefort; "strike--I am prepared
for everything!"

"Madame de Saint-Meran was, doubtless, advancing in years, but she