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"Will you take a glass of eau sucree?" asked the Vicomtesse, interrupting Derville. "I should be glad of it." "But I can see nothing in this that can touch our concerns," said Mme. de Grandlieu, as she rang the bell. "Sardanapalus!" cried Derville, flinging out his favorite invocation.
"But, monsieur," said the Comtesse, provoked by the way in which Derville turned and laid her on the gridiron, "even if I grant that your M. Chabert is living, the law will uphold my second marriage on account of the children, and I shall get off with the restitution of two hundred and twenty-five thousand francs to M. Chabert."
"Here is my passport," replied Derville, handing him a paper folded in four; "and monsieur is not, as you might suppose, an inspector from the Treasury, so be easy," he added. "We had an important reason for wanting to know the truth as to the Sechard estate, and we now know it." Derville took Madame Sechard's hand and led her very courteously to the further end of the room.
"I thought you would not be unwilling that I should explain your situation to Monsieur le president; he has ordered that all Roguin's papers be submitted to the custody of the court, so as to ascertain the exact time when Roguin made away with the funds of his client, and thus verify the facts alleged by Derville, who made the argument himself to save you the expense."
Inform Derville that he will have a lieutenant in the case. Our spy is a gentleman who will appear wearing the ribbon of the Legion of Honor, and looking like a diplomate. This rascal will do the hunting; Derville will only look on. Your lawyer will then tell you if the mountain brings forth a mouse, or if you must throw over this little Rubempre. Within a week you will know what you are doing."
There was but one vacant place in the diligence from Bordeaux to Paris; Derville begged Corentin to allow him to take it, urging a press of business; but in his soul he was distrustful of his traveling companion, whose diplomatic dexterity and coolness struck him as being the result of practice.
But I fancied, from the look of you, that you were a friend of our General's." "And what then?" replied Derville. "What concern have you with him? But who are you?" said the cautious lawyer. "I am Louis Vergniaud," he replied at once. "I have a few words to say to you." "So you are the man who has lodged Comte Chabert as I have found him?" "Asking your pardon, sir, he has the best room.
'A clerk of Monsieur Derville's has been taken into custody this very morning on suspicion of having stolen this very note. Poor Bertrand! He felt as if seized with vertigo; and a stunned, chaotic sense of mortal peril shot through his brain, as Marie's solemn warning with respect to Derville rose up like a spectre before him. 'I have heard of that circumstance, said Dufour.
This book cannot compare with his Walks in Rome, which was the careful record of a familiar and a resident; but it is the result of a very lively curiosity and the record of a mind evidently stored with history and romance. Excepting Colonel Hay's inimitable Castilian Days, it is the best recent book about the country which it skims over. Marie Derville: A Story of a French Boarding-school.
Foreseeing the haste with which the law would be administered, this chief of a great family had already gone to Paris and secured the services of the most able as well as the most honest lawyer of the old school, named Bordin, who was for ten years counsel of the nobility in Paris, and was ultimately succeeded by the celebrated Derville.
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