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And, when I came to you the other day, I wanted to say to you, 'Have a care! and you, M. Champcey, you drove me from you." He looked upon her with such an ironical smile that she broke off, and cried, "Ah, he does not believe me! Tell me that you do not believe me!" He bowed ceremoniously, and replied in his gravest manner,
And this place in court, where he now sits as a prisoner, will become to him a place of honor, in which he will recover his position in society, and his honor." Malgat was acquitted. The marriage of Henrietta, Countess Ville-Handry, and Lieut. Daniel Champcey, was celebrated at the Church of St. Clothilda. Daniel's groomsmen were Malgat and the old chief surgeon of the frigate "Conquest."
Malgat had still some money of his own; but M. Elgin did not ask him for it, for fear of hurting his feelings. He continued to invite him, and urged him to come and dine with us as heretofore." She stopped, laughing in a nervous manner, which was painful to hear, and then continued, in a hoarse voice, "Do you know, M. Champcey, how Malgat repaid all this kindness?
"Believe me, sir. I fully appreciate the honor you do me; but I am no longer free" "I beseech you" "Freely, and among all men, I have chosen M. Daniel Champcey. My life is in his hands." He tottered as if he had received a heavy blow, and stammered with a half-extinct voice, "Will you not leave me a glimpse of hope?" "I would do wrong if I did so, sir, and I have never yet deceived any one."
He had only a short afternoon to himself, and there were still a thousand things to get, and countless preparations to make. At his notary's, where he went first, he found the papers ready; all the formalities had been fulfilled. But, at the moment when the deed was placed before him, the worthy lawyer said in a prophetic voice, "M. Champcey, take care, reflect!
Long before giving herself to the count, she had, of her own free will, given her heart to another. She had bestowed her first and warmest affections upon a young man who was only two or three years older than she, Peter Champcey, the son of one of those marvellously rich farmers who live in the valley of the Loire. He worshipped her.
Daniel had in his wanderings said enough to enable the doctor to understand the piercing cry of distress contained in the poor girl's letter; and Lefloch, who watched him, saw a big tear running down his cheek, and in the next moment a flood of crimson overspread his face. "This is enough to madden a man!" he growled. "Poor Champcey!"
Who else, ashamed of his scandalous conduct, has run away, never daring to reappear at her house?" What had the count been told? Certainly not the truth. He went on, "And do you know, M. Champcey, what has been the effect of your brutality? Miss Brandon has been seized with such a terrible nervous attack, that they had to send the carriage for a doctor. You unlucky man, you might have killed her!
But the old man scratched his head, and said, "No, certainly not! We ought not to believe such stories. And yet, I wonder if there is not some new trick in that. Unless, indeed But no, that would be almost too lucky for us! Unless Sarah should really love M. Champcey!" And, as if he was afraid of having given rise to hopes which he founded upon this contingency, he added at once,
I believe I have treated the sailor who brought him on board a little roughly; but I am going to order him a glass of brandy, which will set him right again." Thereupon the captain discreetly withdrew; while Papa Ravinet continued, "You will tell me, M. Champcey, that it would have been simpler to wait for you in port, and hand you my letter of introduction there.
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