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Updated: June 6, 2025
"The event to which I have alluded has two eye-witnesses, the Baron de Clinchain, and a servant, named Ludovic Trofin, now in the employ of the Count du Commarin." "I did not know what had become of Trofin." "Perhaps not, but my people do. When he swore to keep the matter secret, he was unmarried, but a few years later, having entered the bonds of matrimony, he told all to his young wife.
You are going home with me; and I will read you some love-letters from a woman of the world. Then we will go to Mourloup's, and play a game of billiards. That's the place to enjoy one's self. You'll see Joseph, of the Commarin household, a splendid comedian." "Very well; but first I must settle the score here." "Yes, pay." M. Fortunat rang for his bill.
"Ah, sir, how could the doctor cure my disease? All his science could not make me the legitimate son of the Count de Commarin." "Some very singular remarks made by you were overheard. You seemed to be no longer interested in anything concerning your home. You destroyed a large number of papers and letters." "I had decided to leave the count, sir. My resolution explains my conduct."
They shook hands and embraced with an air as noble as ceremonious, and, in less than a minute, had exchanged all the news that had transpired during the count's absence. Then only did M. de Commarin perceive the alteration in his son's face. "You are unwell, viscount," said he. "Oh, no, sir," answered Albert, laconically.
A young groom appeared with his wooden shoes filled with straw, shuffling about on the marble floor like a mangy dog on a Gobelin tapestry. One of them recognised Noel as the visitor of the previous Sunday; and that was enough to set fire to all these gossip-mongers, thirsting for scandal. Since morning, moreover, the unusual events at the De Commarin mansion had caused a great stir in society.
For I am not deceived; I am certain that " He did not finish. The door of M. Daburon's office opened, and the Count de Commarin himself appeared on the threshold, as rigid as one of those old portraits which look as though they were frozen in their gilded frames. The nobleman motioned with his hand, and the two servants who had helped him up as far as the door, retired.
Every one respects justice now-a-days, and fears it a little, even when only represented by a simple and conscientious investigating magistrate. "You are, perhaps, too unwell, count," said the magistrate, "to give me the explanations I had hoped for." "I am better, thank you," replied M. de Commarin, "I am as well as could be expected after the shock I have received.
M. Daburon then quitted his chair, and, taking the advocate by the hand, led him to the count. "M. de Commarin," said he, "I have the honour of presenting to you M. Noel Gerdy." M. de Commarin was probably expecting some scene of this kind: for not a muscle of his face moved: he remained perfectly calm.
It was the very falseness of the situation which misled and blinded this magistrate, naturally so kind and generous. Having previously wished Albert innocent, he now absolutely longed to prove him guilty, and that for a hundred reasons which he was unable to analyze. He remembered, too well, his having had the Viscount de Commarin for a rival, and his having nearly assassinated him.
"Write, sir," continued M. de Commarin with an exaltation of which he did not seem capable ten minutes before, "write my avowal and suppress nothing. I have no longer need of mercy nor of tenderness. What have I to fear now? Is not my disgrace public? Must not I, Count Rheteau de Commarin appear before the tribunal, to proclaim the infamy of our house? Ah! all is lost now, even honour itself.
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