"Forgive my servants," Villefort said quietly. "They live in constant fear. Once they were suspected, now they suspect everyone."
She'd heard rumors about the tragedies in Villefort's household, but seeing the evidence in his haunted eyes made it real.
"Then you're suffering too?" she asked softly.
"Yes, madame."
"Then you understand my pain!"
"Deeply, madame."
"And you know why I'm here?"
"You want to discuss what happened last night at your daughter's wedding?"
"Yes, it was a terrible disaster."
"I would call it an unfortunate incident," Villefort corrected calmly.
"An incident?" she repeated in disbelief.
"Madame," Villefort said with unnerving composure, "I only consider something a true disaster if it cannot be fixed."
"You think people will forget this?"
"Everything is forgotten eventually. Your daughter will be married tomorrow, or next week, or next month. And honestly, I don't think you should regret losing Andrea Cavalcanti as a son-in-law."
