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But it follows that I look upon him as a false witness brought forth to ruin an honest man." It was evident that such views did not please M. de Chandore. "Formerly," he said, "you did not think so." "No, I even said the contrary," replied Dr. Seignebos, not without dignity. "I had not studied Cocoleu sufficiently, and I was taken in by him: I confess it openly.
They are quite capable of exasperating M. Galpin." "What does it matter?" asked the young girl haughtily. "Circumspection is all very well for guilty people; but Jacques is innocent." "Miss Chandore is right," said M. Folgat, who seemed to succumb to Dionysia like the rest of the family. "Whatever the ladies may have done, they cannot make matters worse.
Although he lived more retired than ever, since this case had begun, many a report reached him from the Chandore family. To be sure, he was a thousand miles from imagining that they had actually opened communications with the prisoner, and, what is more, that this intercourse was carried on by Mechinet, his own clerk.
"Oh, sir," protested the old servant, "sir" "Sit down," repeated the baron: "if you eat after us, you will make us lose time, and an old servant like you is a member of the family." Anthony obeyed, quite overcome, but blushing with delight at the honor that was done him; for the Baron de Chandore did not usually distinguish himself to familiarity.
M. de Chandore and M. Folgat had quickly opened some of them; and, after a few failures, they found two numbers of shot which seemed to correspond exactly to the samples left them by the doctor. "There is an incomprehensible fatality in all this," said the old gentleman in an undertone. The young lawyer, also, looked discouraged.
M. de Chandore was so struck by this, that he asked, first of all, "What is the matter with you, my good Anthony?" Instead of replying, Anthony drew the baron and his companion inside; and, when he had fastened the door again, he crossed his arms, and said, "The matter is well, I am afraid." The old gentleman and the lawyer looked at each other.
But Dionysia had sworn to herself, as she came, that nothing should turn her aside from her purpose. So she went on, "By the sacred memory of my mother, I assure you, Jacques, that I have never for a moment doubted your innocence." The unhappy man looked distressed. "You," he said; "but the others? But M. de Chandore?" "Do you think I would be here, if he thought you were guilty?
M. Folgat began, therefore, after a moment's pause, once more, saying, "My good Anthony, I cannot praise your conduct in this matter too highly. However, we have not done with it yet. But as I have eaten nothing since I left Paris last night, and as I hear the bell strike twelve o'clock" M. de Chandore seemed to be heartily ashamed, and broke in, "Ah, forgetful old man that I am!
"My parents! And do you think they will survive my condemnation?" "And Miss Chandore?" He shuddered, and said fiercely, "Ah! it is for her sake first of all that I ought to make an end of it. Poor Dionysia! Certainly she would grieve terribly when she heard of my suicide. But she is not twenty yet.
In the most docile manner the Misses Lavarande rose, and took their niece and Jacques's mother with them: the latter was evidently near fainting. As soon as the door was shut, Grandpapa Chandore, half mad with grief, exclaimed, "Thanks, M. Magloire, thanks for having given me time to prepare my poor child for the terrible blow. I see but too well what you are going to say. Jacques is guilty."
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