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Updated: June 7, 2025
In our beautiful egotistical days, many a man, in the place of this old man, would not have gone out of his way. He, on the contrary, hurried down to inform the concierge. Many a man, again, would have been quieted by the apparent calmness of the Chevassat couple, and would have been satisfied with their assurance that Henrietta was not at home.
And thereupon the infamous hypocrite bent over the poor girl, kissed her on her forehead, and said with a tender tone of voice, "Did you not love me, dear little pussy-cat; did not you? I know you loved poor old Mrs. Chevassat." Unable to articulate a word, even if she had understood what was said, poor Henrietta shivered, shrank with horror and disgust from the contact with those lying lips.
In a society which seems to have adopted for its motto the words 'Toleration and Discretion, and where, consequently, anybody is admitted without question, Justin Chevassat very naturally had a great success. He had carefully prepared his way, like those adventurers who never appear abroad without having their passports in much better order than most honest travellers.
You may rely on me." Every thing passed off just as the old dealer had foreseen; and Henrietta played her part so well, that at night, when her disappearance was discovered, Mrs. Chevassat was neither much surprised nor troubled. "She was tired of life, the girl!" she said to her husband. "I saw it when I was up there. We'll see her again at the Morgue.
Now, the wretch had stood this delicate and dangerous trial pretty well, and thought he had managed cleverly enough to prepare for the day of his trial a number of extenuating circumstances. But the magistrate hardly gave him time to breathe. "Not so fast," he said: "we are not done yet. What were the conditions which you and Chevassat agreed upon?" "Oh! very simple, sir.
His voice betrayed his fierce joy at approaching vengeance; his sallow cheeks flushed up; and his eyes shone brilliantly. "For M. de Brevan was triumphing last night. The woman Chevassat, his confederate, had watched you, and noticing your preparations for committing suicide, had said to him, 'Rejoice! at last we shall get rid of her." Henrietta shuddered, and stammered out, "Is it possible?"
She stopped; and her face became crimson with shame. She dared not repeat what the wife of the concierge had said. But she added in a voice trembling with womanly shame and deep indignation, "Ah, that woman is a wicked creature!" The old merchant was probably fully aware of the character of Mrs. Chevassat.
Fifteen years make a difference in a man, especially when he does not particularly care to be recognized. But I had a little way of my own to make the thing sure. "I waited, therefore, for my man; and, at the moment when he crossed the sidewalk to get into his carriage, I stepped up, and cried out, though not very loud, 'Eh, Chevassat! "The scamp!
"Where and how did you make the acquaintance of this Justin Chevassat?" "I made his acquaintance at the galleys." "Ah! that is becoming interesting. And do you know for what crime he had been condemned?" "For forgery, I believe, and also for theft." "And what was he doing before he was condemned?" "He was employed by a banker, or perhaps as cashier in some large establishment.
Remember, all your statements will be verified. Do you know whether Chevassat lives in Paris under an assumed name?" "No, sir! I have always heard him called Chevassat by everybody." "What? By everybody?" "Well, I mean his concierge, his servants." The magistrate seemed for a moment to consider how he should frame his next question; and then he asked, all of a sudden,
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