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With the balance-sheet written in her head, she explained the whole situation in low tones. After an hour's conference, held in presence of the stupefied Cesar, Derville shook his head and looked at Pillerault. "Madame," he said, with the horrible coolness of his profession, "you must give in your schedule and make an assignment.

He was an old man, wearing a blue waistcoat and a white-pleated kilt, like a brewer's; on his head was an otter-skin cap. His face was tanned, hollow-cheeked, and wrinkled, but ruddy on the cheek-bones by hard work and exposure to the open air. "Asking your pardon, sir," said he, taking Derville by the arm, "if I take the liberty of speaking to you.

'I was sure he would say so, gasped Bertrand. 'He is a demon, and I am lost. A bright, almost disdainful expression shone in Marie's fine eyes. Bertrand found Messieurs Derville, Blaise, and Mangier in a private room; and he remarked, with a nervous shudder, that two gendarmes were stationed in the passage.

Though she returned from the Emigration almost ruined, she recovered a considerable fortune by the zealous aid of Derville the lawyer.

"Yes," said Camusot, "especially if Esther gave him all she got." "Derville and Nucingen both say that she died in ignorance of the inheritance she had long since come into," added Granville. "But then what do you suppose is the meaning of it all?" asked Camusot. "For there is something at the bottom of it." "A crime committed by some servant," said the Public Prosecutor.

"Are you amusing yourself with pensioning the old army?" said the notary, laughing a young man named Crottat, who had just bought up the office in which he had been head clerk, his chief having fled in consequence of a disastrous bankruptcy. "I have to thank you, my dear sir, for reminding me of that affair," replied Derville.

'If that be your final resolve, monsieur, continued Marie, with kindling, impressive earnestness, 'it becomes necessary that, at whatever sacrifice, the true criminal whom assuredly Hector Bertrand is not should be denounced. Various exclamations of surprise and interest greeted these words, and the agitation of Derville was again plainly visible.

On returning to his office, he sent Godeschal, at that time his second clerk, to the Comtesse Ferraud, who, on reading the note, at once paid the sum due to Comte Chabert's lawyer. In 1840, towards the end of June, Godeschal, now himself an attorney, went to Ris with Derville, to whom he had succeeded.

M. Clément Derville had heard and comprehended what was said, for he broke an embarrassing silence of some duration by saying, in a pleased and respectful tone: 'Twelve Napoleons, you say, mademoiselle. It is nothing: here are twenty. No thanks, I beg of you. I hope to have an opportunity of rendering you of rendering Madame de la Tour, I mean, some real and lasting service.

At the hour when Peyrade was questioning Corentin's servant, Monsieur de Saint-Denis and Derville, seated in the Bordeaux coach, were studying each other in silence as they drove out of Paris.