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But I I owe it to myself and to the sacred memory of my mother, to protest by all the means in my power; and I shall protest." The count stammered and stared. The blood rose to his head. He cried out, "At last I know you, Henrietta, and I understand you. I was not mistaken. It was you who sent M. Daniel Champcey to Miss Brandon, to insult her at her own house."
"Well, my dear M. Champcey, I am no longer troubled about getting more, since I have found out that the Countess Sarah is in love with you." Now Daniel began to understand the part Papa Ravinet expected him to play. Still he did not object; he bowed his head under the clear eye of Henrietta, and said in a low voice, "I will do what you wish me to do, sir."
And how well she defends herself." But Miss Brandon was already back again, carrying in her arms a small box of costly wood inlaid with jewels. She resumed her seat on the sofa; and in that brief, sharp tone which betrays terrible passions restrained with a great effort, she said, "Before all, I must thank you, M. Champcey, for your frankness, since it enables me to defend myself.
The magistrate hastened to look up the address given by the prisoner, and found it entered thus: "Langlois, sumptuous apartments for families and single persons. Superior attendance." "I was almost sure of it," he said to himself. Then handing Daniel the paper on which the words "University" and "Street" could be deciphered, he asked, "Do you know that handwriting, M. Champcey?"
"Still," he continued, "there is no doubt about the manner in which Crochard, surnamed Bagnolet, was employed. Could Brevan have done so without Sarah's knowledge, and perhaps even contrary to her wishes?" "That is quite possible; but then why should he have done so?" "To secure to himself the fortune which M. Champcey had so imprudently intrusted to him," said Henrietta.
In her despair, knowing hardly what she was doing, she was thinking of running herself to University Street, to Daniel's house, when the door opened. In the same indifferent tone in which he announced friends and enemies, the servant said, "M. Daniel Champcey." Henrietta was up in a moment. She was about to exclaim, "What has kept you? What has happened?" But the words died away on her lips.
He had, before that, tried to have it broken off through your agency, madam, using thus his influence over you, his betrothed, for the benefit of his passion." "Ah! You lie impudently, sir!" said Henrietta. To this charge, which fell like a blow upon his face, he only replied, "I have proofs." "What proofs?" "Letters written by M. Champcey to Sarah.
You need not consider in order to tell the truth." And, as the man remained obstinately silent, the magistrate began again after a pause, saying, "You know what you are accused of? They suspect that you fired at Lieut. Champcey with intent to kill." "That is an abominable lie!" "So you say. How did you hear that the officers of 'The Conquest' had arranged a large hunting-party?"
But, before a man makes up his mind to shoot even the man he hates like a dog, he must have been cruelly offended by him; and, to bring this about, he must have been in contact, or must have stood in some relation to him. Now, I ask you, is it not far more probable that the murderer saw our friend Champcey this morning for the first time?" "I beg your pardon, commandant!
He, shrugging his shoulders, and assuming an air of commiseration, went on, "What? You will not understand that Sarah is your rival; that she has loved M. Champcey; that she is still madly in love with him? Ah! they have deceived Mrs. Brian and myself cruelly." "How so?" He turned his head aside, and murmured, as if speaking to himself, " was her lover."
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