Noirtier's faithful old servant dies in agony after drinking his master's lemonade—poison meant for Noirtier that d'Avrigny proves beyond doubt.
Barrois, the sixty-year-old servant who has tended Noirtier like a friend for decades, runs himself breathless fetching Maximilian Morrel to his master, then, parched with thirst, drinks a full glass of Noirtier's lemonade at Valentine de Villefort's kindly urging. Almost at once he is seized by fiery convulsions—cramps, dazzling eyes, roaring ears, clenching jaws—and, after a second worse paroxysm, dies at Noirtier's feet crying 'My master, my good master!' The physician d'Avrigny, who has drunk the lemonade himself and tasted its bitterness, proves with syrup of violets that the drink is poisoned, the sediment turning from sapphire to emerald green. The dose was mixed into the harmless brucine-water Noirtier takes; it was meant for the old paralytic, and only chance—Barrois's thirst—turned it aside onto the faithful servant.
His death is the third sudden one in the Villefort house, and it was Valentine's innocent hand that carried the fatal glass into the room, damning her in the doctor's eyes.
A stout, bald-headed old servant of sixty, hale and hearty before the poison seized him with convulsions, bloodshot starting eyes, and foam at the lips.
Noirtier's devoted servant, killed by the poison intended for his master.