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Suddenly, as if by magic, all was hushed, and not a word spoken. The old surgeon had just appeared at the door of the sick-chamber; and, with a pleasant and hopeful smile on his lips, he said, "Our poor Champcey is doing as well as could be expected; and I would almost be sure of his recovery, if the great heat was not upon us."
Having learned from the chief surgeon that Lieut. Champcey was on the point of sailing, he wished to tell him that he would receive a very important packet, which he was desired to hand to the court as soon as he reached Paris. "This is, you understand," he concluded, "an additional precaution which we take to prevent Maxime de Brevan from escaping us."
Having been reunited to-night, after such terrible trials, and having, both of you, escaped, almost by a miracle, from death, you feel, no doubt, as if all trouble was at an end, and the future was yours. I must undeceive you. You are precisely where you were the day before M. Champcey left France. You cannot any more now than at that time marry without Count Ville-Handry's consent.
"Yes, I am ready to take my oath that this wretch is the vile tool of people who hate or fear Daniel Champcey; who are deeply interested in his death; and who, being too cowardly to do their own business, are rich enough to hire an assassin." The lieutenant was evidently unable to follow. "Still, doctor," he objected, "but just now you insisted" "Upon a diametrically opposite doctrine; eh?"
"Pardon me, M. Champcey, if I insist, and especially if I do so in Miss Henrietta's presence; but our interest, I might almost say our safety, requires it. Maxime de Brevan is caught, to be sure; but he is only a vulgar criminal; and we have, as yet, neither Thomas Elgin, nor Mrs.
Evidently not; for the moment Sarah Brandon hears that Miss Henrietta has not committed suicide, but is, instead, at the Hotel du Louvre, within easy reach of M. Daniel Champcey, she will prevail on her husband to shut his daughter up in a convent.
Your enemies knew your character too well to hope that you would ever break your word, and become faithless to M. Champcey. But they were bent upon handing you over to M. de Brevan. And thus, poor child! you were handed over to him. Maxime had as little idea of marrying you as Sir Thomas; he was quite prepared, when he dared to approach you with open arms, to be rejected with disgust.
Then he added coldly, "But that M. Thomas Elgin, I swear by God he shall die by my hand; and as to Sarah Brandon" He was interrupted by the old dealer, who tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and said with an indescribable smile, "You shall not do that honor to the Hon. M. Elgin, M. Champcey. People like him do not die by the sword of honest men."
When he saw Daniel, he paused for a moment, and, crossing his arms on his breast, he said, in a terrible tone, "Ah! here you are, M. Champcey. Well, you are doing nice things!" "I, count? How so?" "How so? Who else has overwhelmed poor Miss Sarah with insults at the very time when she was trying to explain every thing to you?
When I shall have established the fact that he was hired to murder M. Champcey, he will tell me by whom he was hired; and he will have to confess that he was thus hired, when I show him how much of the money he received for the purpose is now left." The old surgeon once more jumped up from his chair. "What!" he said, "you have found Crochard's treasure?" "No," replied the lawyer, "not yet; but"
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