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"And has he never mentioned the lady again?" "Never." At this moment M. de Chandore's cough was heard in the hall, that cough which men affect when they wish to announce their coming. Immediately afterwards he reappeared; and M. Folgat said to him, to show that his presence was no longer inconvenient,
M. de Boiscoran did not have the little match-box which he usually carries about him, at that time, because he had left it at M. de Chandore's house, on the mantelpiece, where I have seen it, and where it still is." P. That is sufficient, M. Magloire. Let the defendant go on. A. I wanted to smoke; and so I resorted to the usual expedient, which all sportsmen know.
Towards half-past ten, they saw M. de Chandore's carriage come out of the courtyard, and draw up at the door. At eleven o'clock M. de Chandore and Dr. Seignebos got in, the coachman whipped the horse, and they drove off. "Where can they be going?" asked they. They followed the carriage. The two gentlemen drove to the station.
"It is all over," he stammered: "I am lost." During all this time, they were suffering intense anxiety at M. de Chandore's house. Ever since eight o'clock in the morning the two aunts, the old gentleman, the marchioness, and M. Folgat had been assembled in the dining-room, and were there waiting for the result of the interview.
Seignebos, the priest from Brechy, M. Seneschal, M. Daubigeon." "How did he spend his evenings?" "At M. de Chandore's, who can tell you all about it." "He had no other relatives in this country?" "No." "You do not know that he had any lady friend?" Anthony looked as if he would have blushed. "Oh, sir!" he said, "you do not know, I presume, that master is engaged to Miss Dionysia?"
The result of this mediation was, that, as soon as he had breakfasted, he put his report in his pocket, and went by side streets to M. de Chandore's house. The marchioness and the two aunts were still at church, where they had thought it best to show themselves; and there was no one in the sitting-room but Dionysia, the old baron, and M. Folgat.
Fortunately a young man, whose whole livery consisted in a gold-laced cap, came up to them at this moment. "M. de Chandore's carriage is here," he said. "Very well," replied the marchioness. And bowing to the good people of Sauveterre, who were quite dumfounded by her assurance, she said, "Pardon me if I leave you so soon; but M. de Chandore expects us.
But his hope only encouraged him to make still greater efforts; and, all overcome as he was by his labors and emotions of the trial, he spent the night in Grandpapa Chandore's study, preparing with M. Magloire the application they proposed to make for a new trial.
Good-by and good luck!" The driver whipped the horse, and, as the carriage was going down through the suburbs, M. de Chandore said, "I cannot understand why Anthony did not come to me immediately after his master had been arrested. What can have happened to him?" M. Seneschal's horse was perhaps one of the very best in the whole province; but M. de Chandore's was still better.
"You do not recognize me?" The advocate started. "You here!" he said. "Yes, I myself. I came this morning. I was watching for you; for I must see you this evening at nine o'clock. Come and open the little garden-gate at M. de Chandore's for me." And, taking up his fiddle again, he wandered off listlessly, singing with his clear voice,
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