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The tears rose to Eve's eyes, as her neighbors could see. "We have, perhaps, done you a great service by saving you from abetting a falsehood of which the results may be positively dangerous," the lawyer went on. Derville left Madame Sechard sitting pale and dejected with tears on her cheeks, and bowed to the company. "To Mansle!" said Corentin to the little boy who drove the chaise.
"To me," said the soldier, "it appears exceedingly simple. I was thought to be dead, and here I am! Give me back my wife and my fortune; give me the rank of General, to which I have a right, for I was made Colonel of the Imperial Guard the day before the battle of Eylau." "Things are not done so in the legal world," said Derville. "Listen to me.
He also informed him that almost all the witnesses to the facts recorded under these affidavits were still to be found at Eylau, in Prussia, and that the woman to whom M. le Comte Chabert owed his life was still living in a suburb of Heilsberg. "This looks like business," cried Derville, when Boucard had given him the substance of the letter.
"I never was in an office where there was so much jesting as there is here over the clients." Derville had made the Colonel retire to the bedroom when the Countess was admitted. "Madame," he said, "not knowing whether it would be agreeable to you to meet M. le Comte Chabert, I have placed you apart. If, however, you should wish it " "It is an attention for which I am obliged to you."
Oh, from that day I have lived for vengeance!" cried the old man in a hollow voice, and suddenly standing up in front of Derville. "She knows that I am alive; since my return she has had two letters written with my own hand. She loves me no more! I I know not whether I love or hate her. I long for her and curse her by turns.
Cesar, who wrote a superb hand, spent his evenings in copying for Derville and other lawyers. On Sundays, justified by ecclesiastical permission, he worked like a Negro. "No," he said, "Monsieur Derville is waiting for a guardianship account." "Your wife and daughter ought to have some reward. You will meet none but our particular friends, the Abbe Loraux, the Ragons, Popinot, and his uncle.
"Where was I?" said the Colonel, with the simplicity of a child or of a soldier, for there is often something of the child in a true soldier, and almost always something of the soldier in a child, especially in France. "At Stuttgart. You were out of prison," said Derville. "You know my wife?" asked the Colonel. "Yes," said Derville, with a bow. "What is she like?" "Still quite charming."
M. Derville was not at home, and the office was closed; but Jeanne Favart, understanding Bertrand to say that he had important business to transact with her master she supposed by appointment shewed him into M. Derville's private business-rooms, and left him there.
At about one in the morning Colonel Chabert, self-styled, knocked at the door of Maitre Derville, attorney to the Court of First Instance in the Department of the Seine. The porter told him that Monsieur Derville had not yet come in.
About six weeks after his encounter with M. Derville, he obtained a considerable contract for the carpentry work of a large house belonging to a M. Mangier a fantastic, Gothic-looking place, as persons acquainted with Rouen will remember, next door but one to Blaise's banking-house.
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