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M. de Boiscoran looked around him like a man who has suddenly been seized with vertigo, pale, as if all his blood had rushed to his heart. He saw nothing but mournful, dismayed faces. Anthony, his old trusted servant, was leaning against the doorpost, as if he feared to fall. The clerk was mending his pen in the air, overcome with amazement. M. Daubigeon hung his head.
"But I can assure you, madam, that I, who have been present at all the examinations, and who have no small experience in criminal matters, that I believe M. de Boiscoran innocent. I know M. Galpin does not think so, nor M. Daubigeon, nor any of the gentlemen of the bar, nor the town; but, nevertheless, that is my conviction.
Why, one cannot have everything. Who ever undertook a great enterprise, and never repented of it?" After that there was nothing left for M. Galpin but to go away. He did go in a fury, but at the same time determined to profit by the rude truths which M. Daubigeon had told him; for he knew very well that his friend represented in his views nearly the whole community.
At that very moment M. Daubigeon was getting up, feeling badly because he had had a bad, sleepless night, thanks to this unfortunate affair of M. de Boiscoran, which troubled him sorely; for he was almost of M. Galpin's opinion. In vain he recalled Jacques's noble character, his well-known uprightness, his keen sense of honor, the evidence was so strong, so overwhelming!
The magistrate and the commonwealth attorney were waiting for them with the greatest impatience. As soon as they came into the small room of the clerk's office, M. Daubigeon cried, "Well, I suppose Mechinet has told you all?" "Yes," replied M. Folgat; "but we have some information of which you have heard as yet nothing."
But there was no need for such evidence; and he was told, "Never mind that! We believe you." "And you, my good girl," said M. Daubigeon again, "can you tell us, if, after these occurrences, Count Claudieuse had any explanation with your mistress?" "No, I do not know. Only I saw that the count and the countess were no longer as they used to be with each other." That was all she knew.
We were about to carry him back there, when he told us that he had a secret to reveal, a very important, urgent secret, concerning the condemned prisoner, Boiscoran." "Trumence?" "Yes. Then we carried him to the court-house, and I came for orders." "Run and say that I am coming to see him!" cried M. Daubigeon. "Make haste! I am coming after you."
M. Daubigeon, the magistrate, and the clerk would return in the mayor's carriage, driven by Ribot, who was furious at being kept under surveillance. "Let us be off," said the magistrate, when the last formalities had been fulfilled. M. de Boiscoran came down slowly. He knew the court was full of furious peasants; and he expected to be received with hootings. It was not so.
With strangers, Anthony would not have allowed himself such familiarity, for he was very formal; but he had seen M. Daubigeon more than once at the chateau; and he knew the plans that had been discussed between M. Galpin and his master. Hence he was not a little amazed at the embarrassed stiffness of the two gentlemen, and at the tone of voice in which the magistrate asked him,
They had taken him out of his cell without warning; they had carried him to the court-house; and here he was confronted with Trumence, whom he thought he should never see again, and with the servant of the Countess Claudieuse. M. Galpin looked the picture of consternation; and M. Daubigeon, radiant with delight, bade him be of good hope. Hopeful of what? How? To what purpose?
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