"One evening, looking over the wall, I saw a young, beautiful woman walking alone in the garden, which had no overlooking windows. I guessed she was waiting for Villefort. When she came close enough for me to see her features, I could tell she was eighteen or nineteen, tall and very fair-skinned. She wore a loose dress that revealed her figure, and I could see she would soon become a mother.
A few moments later, the small door opened and a man entered. The young woman hurried to meet him. They threw themselves into each other's arms, embraced tenderly, and returned to the house together. The man was Villefort. I fully believed that when he left at night, he would have to cross the entire garden alone."
"And did you ever learn this woman's name?" the count asked.
"No, excellency," Bertuccio replied. "You'll see I didn't have time to learn it."
"Continue."
