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He demonstrated by the strength of his arm that he was master. But But, notwithstanding all this, Mrs. Blangin having decided that he should stay, he did stay. Sitting in front of his jail, and given up to the most dismal presentiments, he was smoking his pipe, when M. Magloire and M. Folgat appeared at the prison, and handed him M. Galpin's permit. He rose as they came in.
In the meantime he had reached the prison. He felt the necessity of concealing his anxiety. While Blangin went before him through the long passages, rattling his keys, he endeavored to give to his features an expression of hopeful confidence. "At last you come!" cried Jacques. He had evidently suffered terribly since the day before.
"Take it, madam. If I want money for Blangin, or for Trumence, I will ask you for it. And now you must go: you need not go in to my sisters. I will explain your visit to them." "What can have happened to Dionysia, that she does not come back?" murmured Grandpapa Chandore, as he walked up and down the Square, and looked, for the twentieth time, at his watch.
The poor fellow had told his misfortunes to Jacques; and Jacques, who owed it to him that he could, when still in close confinement, correspond with Dionysia, felt very kindly towards him. Hence, when he saw him come up very respectful, and cap in hand, he asked, "What is it, Trumence?" "Sir," replied the vagrant, "M. Blangin sends you word that the two advocates are coming up to your room."
"Nothing in the world would trouble her, mother." "Still she ought to tremble; for she must know that you have told us every thing. How can we unmask her?" But time was passing; and Blangin came to tell the marchioness that she had to withdraw. She went, after having kissed her son once more.
He crossed the long passage; Blangin opened a door; he was in Jacques de Boiscoran's cell. "At last you are coming," exclaimed the unhappy young man, throwing himself on the lawyer's neck. "At last I see an honest face, and hold a trusty hand. Ah! I have suffered cruelly, so cruelly, that I am surprised my mind has not given way. But now you are here, you are by my side, I am safe."
"At this hour, in my prison!" "She had something important to communicate to you. She came to me" "O Dionysia!" stammered Jacques, "what a precious friend" "And I agreed," said Blangin in a paternal tone of voice, "to bring her in secretly. It is a great sin I commit; and if it ever should become known But one may be ever so much a jailer, one has a heart, after all.
Blangin smiled. "Be sure," he replied, "I won't say the rats did it. I have thought of that too. At the same time with you, another prisoner will run off, who will not come back." "What prisoner?" "Trumence, to be sure. He will be delighted to get away, and he will help you in making the hole in the wall.
This precautionary measure, more than any thing else, gave her the full measure of her son's situation. "However," M. Blangin went on, "there is nothing to fear. M. de Boiscoran became quite calm again, and even cheerful, if I may say so. When he got up this morning, after having slept all night like a dormouse, he sent for me, and asked me for paper, ink, and pen.
"What is the matter?" "Why, what is the matter with all prisoners when they see that things are likely to turn out badly for them?" The two lawyers looked at each other sadly. It was clear that Blangin thought Jacques guilty, and that was a bad omen.
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