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He rose as soon as he recognized the gentlemen, and respectfully took off his cap. It was really Trumence; but the good-for-nothing vagrant did not present his usual careless appearance. He looked pale, and was evidently very much excited. "Well," said M. Daubigeon, "so you have allowed yourself to be retaken?" "Beg pardon, judge," replied the poor fellow, "I was not retaken.
He was so very stiff that M. Daubigeon suggested he had been impaled alive on the sword of justice. At Sauveterre M. Galpin was looked upon as a superior man. He certainly believed it himself: hence he was very impatient at being confined to so narrow a sphere of action, and thought his brilliant ability wasted upon the prosecution of a chicken-thief or a poacher.
Nor had the firemen lost time. As soon as the mayor and M. Daubigeon appeared on New-Market Square, Capt. Parenteau rushed up to them, and, touching his helmet with a military salute, said, "My men are ready." "All?" "There are hardly ten absentees. When they heard that Count and Countess Claudieuse were in need great heavens! you know, they all were ready in a moment."
"And you are right!" exclaimed M. Daubigeon. "M. de Boiscoran is in his cell, utterly unaware of all the rumors that are afloat. It was Trumence who has run off, Trumence, the light-footed. He was kept in prison for form's sake only, and helped the keeper as a kind of assistant jailer.
"There," he said, "is evidently the weak part of the armor; and I would do well to point it out to M. Gransiere. Jacques's counsel are capable of making that the turning-point of their plea." And, in spite of all he had said to M. Daubigeon, he was very much afraid of the counsel for the defence.
"Would you recognize him?" "Certainly." The commonwealth attorney rang again; the door opened, and Jacques came in, his face full of amazement and wonder. "That is the man!" cried the servant. "May I know?" asked the unfortunate man. "Not yet!" replied M. Daubigeon. "Go back, and be of good hope!"
But he struggled in vain against his own feelings; he had lost his self-confidence. M. Daubigeon had revealed to him a new danger which he had not foreseen. And what a danger! the resentment of one of the most eminent men of the French bar, one of those bitter, bilious men who never forgive.
M. Daubigeon, the commonwealth attorney, learned that morning from his chief clerk what had happened, and how the proceedings in the Boiscoran case were necessarily null and void on account of a fatal error in form. The counsel of the defence had lost no time, and, after spending the whole night in consultation, had early that morning presented their application for a new trial to the court.
M. Galpin has the case in hand; he knows all about it: no need to look after the matter when such a man has taken hold of it. And here I am. Oh! I might kill myself." "It is all the more fortunate," replied M. Daubigeon, "that yesterday the case was hanging on a thread." The magistrate gnashed his teeth, and replied,
Excellent M. Daubigeon, who had great trouble in moderating his zeal, did not pity him particularly. He would say in reply, "Whose fault is it? But you want to rise in the world; and increasing fortune is always followed by increasing care. "Ah!" said the magistrate. "I have only done my duty, and, if I had to begin again, I would do just the same."
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