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"In a word," said Evariste Varrillat, the physician, "you think we are partly to blame for the omission of many of your Paternosters, eh?" Father Jerome smiled. "No; a man cannot plead so in his own defense; our first father tried that, but the plea was not allowed. But, now, there is our absent friend. I tell you truly this whole community ought to be recognized as partners in his moral errors.
Having so said, the Père Longuemare knelt down on the floor, and after repeating his prayers, stretched himself on his palliasse and fell peacefully asleep. Évariste Gamelin occupied his place as juror of the Tribunal for the second time. Before the opening of the sitting, he discussed with his colleagues the news that had arrived that morning.
But all his cross-examination was in vain. She kept her own counsel with a gentle, deprecatory obstinacy, her lips tightly pressed together and tears welling in her eyes. Presently, however, Évariste having asked where the man was now, she told him: "He has left the Kingdom France, I mean," she corrected herself in an instant. "An émigré!" ejaculated Gamelin.
He thinks only of his own affairs and his own pleasures." She stepped towards the shrubberies surrounding the Belle Lilloise, and he followed her with something of repugnance, knowing it to be the trysting-place of mercenary lovers and amours of a day. She selected the table furthest out of sight. "How many things I have to tell you, Évariste.
Though she was unable to interest herself in this tittle-tattle, Marguerite was pretending to listen to it with profound attention when the drawing-room door suddenly opened and Evariste appeared with an impudent smile on his face. "Madame Landoire, the milliner, is here, and desires to speak with Madame la Comtesse," he said.
At the foot of the stairs Évariste encounters Élodie; she is panting for breath and her black locks are plastered on her hot cheek. "I have been to look for you at the Tribunal; but you had just left. Where are you going?" "To the Hôtel de Ville." "Don't go there! It would be your ruin; Hanriot is arrested ... the Sections will not stir.
Évariste, inspired with a sudden love of nature, as he saw a troop of harvesters binding their sheaves, felt the tears rise to his eyes, while visions of concord and affection filled his heart. For his part, Desmahis was blowing the light down of the seeding dandelions into the citoyennes' hair.
On the desk stood a bottle and glasses, an ink-horn, and a folio containing the text of the petition urging the Convention to expel from its bosom the twenty-two members deemed unworthy. Évariste Gamelin took the pen and signed. "I was sure," said the carpenter and magistrate, "I was sure you would come and give in your name, citoyen Gamelin. You are the real thing.
The elder son, Lucien, lives with his parents, and is as proper as a young lady; so good, indeed, that he is stupid." "And what about the niece?" "Evariste could tell me nothing about her." Mme. Alexandre shrugged her fat shoulders. "If you have discovered nothing, it is because there is nothing to be discovered. Still, do you know what I would do, if I were you?" "Tell me."
The deputy of the Public Prosecutor read them, pulled a face and told Évariste: "It is not good for much, your new evidence! there is nothing in it! mere fiddle-faddle.... If only it was certain that this ci-devant Comte de Maubel ever really emigrated...!" In the end Gamelin succeeded.
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