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I myself in c-consequence of what I t-told you I must retire to my own room and 'd-d-deliberate, as President Cruchot says." "Plague take him! I am no longer Monsieur de Bonfons," thought the magistrate ruefully, his face assuming the expression of a judge bored by an argument. The heads of the two factions walked off together.
The day on which Maitre Cruchot handed in to his client a clear and exact schedule of the whole inheritance, Eugenie remained alone with Nanon, sitting beside the fireplace in the vacant hall, where all was now a memory, from the chair on castors which her mother had sat in, to the glass from which her cousin drank. "Nanon, we are alone "
"When it concerns mademoiselle," said the abbe, armed with his own bouquet, "every day is a fete-day for my nephew." The abbe kissed Eugenie's hand. As for Maitre Cruchot, he boldly kissed her on both cheeks, remarking: "How we sprout up, to be sure! Every year is twelve months."
The estate of Froidfond, remarkable for its park, its mansion, its farms, streams, ponds, forests, and worth about three millions, was put up for sale by the young Marquis de Froidfond, who was obliged to liquidate his possessions. Maitre Cruchot, the president, and the abbe, aided by their adherents, were able to prevent the sale of the estate in little lots.
Ridiculous as it may seem, this woman, who by her own fortune and her various inheritances brought Pere Grandet more than three hundred thousand francs, had always felt so profoundly humiliated by her dependence and the slavery in which she lived, against which the gentleness of her spirit prevented her from revolting, that she had never asked for one penny or made a single remark on the deeds which Maitre Cruchot brought for her signature.
Then he spoke: "Is Schemmer going to cut off my head?" Cruchot grinned as he nodded. "It is a mistake," said Ah Cho, gravely. "I am not the Chinago that is to have his head cut off. I am Ah Cho. The honourable judge has determined that I am to stop twenty years in New Caledonia." The gendarme laughed. It was a good joke, this funny Chinago trying to cheat the guillotine.
He pulled up the mules abruptly, so that the pole shot ahead of them, elevating their collars. "You see, it was a mistake," said Ah Cho, smiling pleasantly. But Cruchot was thinking. Already he regretted that he had stopped the wagon.
Cruchot it was who received the order from the Chief Justice to the jailer commanding that functionary to deliver over to Cruchot the person of Ah Chow. Now, it happened that the Chief Justice had given a dinner the night before to the captain and officers of the French man-of-war.
He had his hat in his hand, and was just coming out; but when he saw who had knocked, he stopped short, and bowed deferentially. The girl sank down upon the doorstep as if exhausted. "I have brought Marie Cruchot home, father," the lady said. "Ah, my daughter, is that you?
"Is it not enough?" was the retort. "Then you are not glad to have your head cut off?" Ah Cho looked at him in abrupt perplexity, and said "Why, I am going back to Atimaono to work on the plantation for Schemmer. Are you not taking me to Atimaono?" Cruchot stroked his long moustaches reflectively. "Well, well," he said finally, with a flick of the whip at the off mule, "so you don't know?"
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