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M. de Brevan, having been made aware of his importunate attentions, seemed to check his indignation only with great difficulty. He yielded; but he said after careful consideration, "This abominable persecution cannot go on, madam: this man compromises you too dreadfully. You ought to lay your complaint before Count Ville-Handry."
After this decisive evidence, there could be no longer any doubt that Justin Chevassat and Maxime de Brevan were one and the same person. The investigation was complete, as far as it could be carried on in Saigon; the remaining evidence had to be collected in Paris. The magistrate directed, therefore, the clerk to read the deposition; and Crochard followed it without making a single objection.
And to crown the matter, when she had tried to draw from M. de Brevan additional information on the subject, she had been struck by his embarrassment, and the lame and confused way in which he had defended his friend. "Ah, now all is really over!" she thought. "The measure of my sufferings is full indeed!" Unfortunately it was not yet full.
I also know that my friend, the proud nobleman, Maxime de Brevan, who has been received in the most aristocratic salons of Paris, has been a galley-slave, condemned for forgery." Henrietta had risen, filled with terror. "Then," she stammered, "this wretched man was" "Chevassat's son; yes, madam," replied Mrs. Bertolle. "Oh!" exclaimed the poor girl, "oh!"
Thoroughly mystified, Brevan raised his hand, and said, "I pledge my word of honor!" This promise seemed to re-assure Daniel; and, when he thought he had recovered sufficient control over himself, he said, "Some months ago, my dear friend, I heard you telling somebody a horrible story concerning a certain Mrs. Sarah Brandon" "Miss, if you please, not Mrs." "Well, it does not matter. You know her?"
Then, having passed them all in review, she began praising M. de Brevan, whom she always called M. Maxime. She declared that he had won her heart from the beginning, when he had first come to the house, day before yesterday, to engage the room. She had never seen a more perfect gentleman, so kind, so polite, and so liberal!
There was not a cloud in the sky, no mist nor haze; and the moon was shining so brightly, that one could have read by its light. In the meantime seven o'clock struck at a neighboring convent. "Come, courage, my friend!" said M. de Brevan. And, pressing his hand once more cordially, he walked off rapidly in the direction of the Invalides. Daniel had not answered a word.
As soon as he had risen, he hurried to M. de Brevan, and remained in his company as long as he could. Left alone, he wandered at haphazard along the Boulevards, or up the Champs Elysees. He dined early, hurried home again, and, putting on a rough overcoat which he had worn on board ship, he went to roam around the palace of his beloved.
She wrote two letters, one to her father, the other to M. de Brevan. After that she closed hermetically all the openings in her room, kindled two small fires, and, having commended her soul to God, stretched herself out on her bed. It was five o'clock. A dense, bitter vapor spread slowly through the room; and the candle ceased to give a visible light.
Daniel believed too firmly in his betrothed to apprehend that she would even listen to Brevan. But he reasoned, very justly, that his darling would be in a desperate condition indeed, if M. de Brevan, furious at being refused, should betray his confidence, and go over to the enemy, to the Countess Sarah.
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