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Lucien had no idea how lavishly a prosperous merchant will spend money upon an actress or a mistress when he means to enjoy a life of pleasure. Matifat was not nearly so rich a man as his friend Camusot, and he had done his part rather shabbily, yet the sight of the dining-room took Lucien by surprise.
"I am the prisoner once more," said Lucien to himself. While the clerk was reading, Lucien came to a determination which compelled him to smooth down Monsieur Camusot. When Coquart's drone ceased, the poet started like a man who has slept through a noise to which his ears are accustomed, and who is roused by its cessation. "You have to sign the report of your examination," said the judge.
"Give them to Coralie; Camusot will cash them for her. You are disgusted," added Lousteau, as Lucien cut him short with a start. "What nonsense! How can you allow such a silly scruple to turn the scale, when your future is in the balance?" "I shall take this money to Coralie in any case," began Lucien. "Here is more folly!" cried Lousteau.
This explains the miraculous ease with which information can be conveyed, during the sitting of the Courts, to the officials and the presidents of the Assize Courts. And by the time Monsieur Camusot had reached the top of the stairs leading to his chambers, Bibi-Lupin was there too, having come by the Salle des Pas-Perdus. "What zeal!" said Camusot, with a smile.
"Then the case will come on," was Camusot's comment. "Could you doubt it?" asked du Coudrai. "Now they have got the Count, all is over." "There is the jury," said Camusot. "In this case M. le Prefet is sure to take care that after the challenges from the prosecution and the defence, the jury to a man will be for an acquittal.
On the twentieth night, when Lucien had so far recovered that he had regained his appetite and could walk abroad, and talked of getting to work again, Coralie broke down; a secret trouble was weighing upon her. Berenice always believed that she had promised to go back to Camusot to save Lucien. Another mortification followed. Coralie was obliged to see her part given to Florine.
"We have come to affix seals on the property," the justice of the peace said gently, addressing Schmucke. But the remark was Greek to Schmucke; he gazed in dismay at his three visitors. "We have come at the request of M. Fraisier, legal representative of M. Camusot de Marville, heir of the late Pons " added the clerk.
Monsieur de Chargeboeuf, a sucking barrister, was his private secretary. "My good friend," said the Comte de Granville to Camusot, whom he took to the window, "go back to your chambers, get your clerk to reconstruct the report of the Abbe Carlos Herrera's depositions; as he had not signed the first copy, there will be no difficulty about that.
"As if I needed telling that!" said his wife. "Lucien is guilty," he went on; "but of what?" "A man who is the favorite of the Duchesse de Maufrigneuse, of the Comtesse de Serizy, and loved by Clotilde de Grandlieu, is not guilty," said Amelie. "The other must be answerable for everything." "But Lucien is his accomplice," cried Camusot. "Take my advice," said Amelie.
He would shut his eyes to her lover. "And betray such an angel? . . . Why, just look at him, you old fossil, and look at yourself!" and her eyes turned to her poet. Camusot had pressed Lucien to drink till the poet's head was rather cloudy. There was no help for it; Camusot made up his mind to wait till sheer want should give him this woman a second time.
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