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We must keep an account of our business operations; it will not do to take any one else into our confidence, and I cannot do the work myself. My eyesight is not very good." "I will do my best," replied Coursegol, mentally cursing his ignorance. Suddenly another plan flashed through his brain. "Ah! now I have it," he exclaimed, eagerly.
"What of that?" exclaimed Coursegol, "I will insert the names myself, and then the order will be in favor of citoyen and citoyenne Chamondrin." "But if we should succeed in escaping from this prison, Coursegol, where shall we go?" "To Bridoul's at first, where you will be safe for at least twenty-four hours.
"And now what do you intend to do?" inquired Coursegol. "I shall enter a convent and remain there until Philip marries." "You in a convent! You, who are so gay, so full of life and health and exuberant spirits, immure yourself in a cloister! Impossible!" "There is no alternative," said Dolores, repeating to Coursegol what she had already said to the Marquis.
Coursegol was thirty years of age. Born in the château, where his father and his grandfather before him had served the Marquis de Chamondrin, he had shared the childish sports of the lad who afterwards became his master. He absolutely worshipped the Marquis, regarding him with a veritable idolatry that was compounded of respect and of love.
At the instance of Bridoul he had speculated a little in assignats which were constantly fluctuating in value. It was the only negotiation in which Coursegol would consent to embark. He might have trafficked in the estates of the Émigres which the Republic was selling at a merely nominal price; but he had no desire to become the owner of what he considered stolen property.
Suddenly, at a turn in the path, she met Coursegol. She had not time to conceal her face and he saw her tears. The memory of the past and the affection that filled his heart emboldened him to question one whom he regarded in some degree, at least, as his own child. "Why do you weep, my dear Mademoiselle?" he asked, with anxious solicitude.
The sound of carriage wheels drew them into the court-yard just as Philip and Coursegol were alighting. There was a cry of joy, and then the long separated friends embraced one another. It would be impossible to describe this meeting and the rapture of this return. It was Dolores whom Philip saw first. Her wonderful beauty actually startled him.
All he could tell them was that Dolores had informed him the evening before that she had been summoned before the Tribunal; that she had requested him to inform Coursegol of the fact; that she had left her cell, that morning, at nine o'clock, calm and beautiful; that she had held a long conversation with Coursegol, who was waiting for her below, after which she had left the prison to go to the Tribunal in company with several others.
"She receiving M. Philip!" cried Coursegol, greatly astonished. "Yes, here in my house; here in this chamber. They were discovered here." "Then M. Philip is still alive!" "Unfortunately for me, he is still alive." "What do you mean?" inquired Coursegol, who as yet understood but one thing that his master was not dead.
I also flattered myself that I had assured your life's happiness, but by your imprudence you have rendered all my efforts futile. Oh, God is not just!" "Coursegol, in pity say no more!" But he would not heed her. He was really beside himself, and he continued his lamentations and reproaches with increasing violence, though his voice was choked with sobs.
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