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"No one ever suspected anything." "It's marvellous!" "Say, Monsieur Lecoq, that is scarcely credible. Never was dissimulation so crafty, and above all, so wonderfully sustained. If you should question the first person you met in Orcival, he would tell you, as our worthy Courtois this morning told Monsieur Domini, that the count and countess were a model pair and adored each other.
Hughes had completed the ceremony, he had pronounced their names so often, and was so accustomed to their form and sound, that when he filled in the certificate annexed to the license, "John D. Curtis" appeared therein in place of "Jean de Courtois." Hermione was in a pitiable state of suppressed excitement before the ordeal was concluded.
He is one of those characters, more of whom we are desirous of finding; one who wishes rather to enlighten than to censure the dark prejudices of men. We spent the evening with our kind friends the Courtois, and attended worship in their house.
"In short," he resumed, "I think you will be able to keep silence as to what you have heard from me." M. Lecoq took him by the hand, and pressing it significantly, said: "Count on me, Monsieur." At this moment Dr. Gendron appeared at the door. "Courtois is better," said he. "He weeps like a child; but he will come out of it." "Heaven be praised!" cried the old justice of the peace.
Hermione herself admitted afterwards that she would have believed Curtis implicitly had he explained the circumstances which accounted for his undoubted conviction that de Courtois was dead; indeed, she went so far as to say that, as a matter of choice, she infinitely preferred the American to the Frenchman in the role of a husband pro tem.
She had risen from the chair in which she had seated herself when they entered the room, and obviously expected him to lose no time in conducting her to the bedside of Jean de Courtois.
Then he read: "DEAR MR. CURTIS: My father has been here, and with him a Mr. Otto Schmidt, a lawyer. They told me that Jean de Courtois is alive, and that you know it, and have known it throughout.
I am the chief of the New York Detective Bureau, and I want you to tell me how you came to be in the state in which you were found." But de Courtois was regaining his wits rapidly, and the clarifying of his senses rendered him obviously unwilling to give any information as to the cause of his own plight. Nor would he speak French.
Consequently Pere Courtois felt no anxiety lest his prisoners escape. He therefore consented that Amelie should see Morgan. We trust our readers will excuse us if we use the names Morgan, Charles, and the Baron de Sainte-Hermine, interchangeably, since they are aware that by that triple appellation we intend to designate the same man. Courtois took a light and walked before Amelie.
He was broken, overwhelmed; his thoughts wandered in a sea of bitterness. He could only repeat, vacantly, again and again: "Wretched! most wretched!" M. Plantat was the right sort of a friend for such a time. He led M. Courtois back to the sofa and sat down beside him, and taking his hand in his own, forced him to calm his grief.
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