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"In other words, Jacques's honor and life depend at this hour on a chance, on the weather on the day of the trial, or the health of a juror. And if Jacques was the only one! But there is Dionysia's life, gentlemen, my child's life, also at stake. If you strike Jacques, you strike Dionysia!" M. Folgat could hardly restrain a tear.
Unfortunately, we must take M. Folgat into our confidence; for we cannot do without his advice." Thus it was done. The poor aunts, and even the marchioness, had to be content with Dionysia's not very plausible explanation of her visit. And a few hours afterwards M. de Chandore, the young girl, and M. Folgat held a council in the baron's study.
"And the aunt what do you think of the aunt?" "She must be as mad as the niece." "And M. de Chandore?" "He must have lost his senses to allow such a scandal. But you know very well, grandfather and aunts never had any will but Dionysia's." "A nice training!" "And nice fruits of such an education! After such a scandal, no man will be bold enough to marry her."
"Dear grandpapa, I bring you back your bonds," and then she rained a shower of kisses upon the old gentleman's furrowed cheeks. If any thing could astonish M. de Chandore, it was the idea that there should exist in this world a man with a heart hard, cruel, and barbarous enough, to resist his Dionysia's prayers and tears, especially if they were backed by twenty thousand francs.
And yet he looked in vain to the advocate for a word or a sign of encouragement. M. Magloire remained impenetrable: his face remained as impassive as an iron mask. At last, with a great effort, Jacques resumed, "Yes, this calm frightened me more than a storm would have done. To win Dionysia's love was too great happiness. I expected a catastrophe, something terrible.
Once more the marquis embraced his son, saying, "Do not keep them waiting, and keep up your courage." The Marquis de Boiscoran had not been mistaken about M. Magloire. Much shaken by Dionysia's statement, he had been completely overcome by M. Folgat's explanations; and, when he now came to the jail, it was with a determination to prove Jacques's innocence.
Come, give me your flowers, the sea-air will spoil them; and walk with Leonine: the air is fine, and will enliven you. Come, Leonine, take her by the arm, and walk with her." "No madam," said Marina, "I pray you let me not deprive you of your servant:" for Leonine was one of Dionysia's attendants.
When she recovered her consciousness, her first words were for you; but it was then too late to be admitted here." When M. Folgat mentioned Miss Dionysia's name, he had found the surest, and perhaps the only means to break Jacques's purpose. "How can I ever sufficiently thank you, sir?" asked the latter.
Seignebos, who is certainly an honest man?" The young lawyer shook his head. "I wanted to have twenty-four hours' delay, because we must absolutely consult M. de Boiscoran. Could I tell the doctor so? Had I a right to take him into Miss Dionysia's secret?" "You are right," murmured M. de Chandore, "you are right."
But, in order to write to M. de Boiscoran, Dionysia's assistance was necessary; and she did not reappear till the afternoon, looking very pale, but evidently armed with new courage. M. Folgat dictated to her certain questions to ask the prisoner. She hastened to write them in cipher; and about four o'clock the letter was sent to Mechinet, the clerk. The next evening the answer came. "Dr.
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