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And, throwing Jacques's letter at M. Folgat's feet, she went to the door. "Madam," said M. Folgat once more, "madam!" She did not even condescend to turn round: she disappeared, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, so overcome with amazement, that he could not collect his thoughts. Fortunately Dr. Seignebos came in.
These questions had been put to him so skilfully, and at such long intervals of time, that he had totally forgotten them; and yet now, when he recalled his answers, he had to acknowledge that he had confessed his purpose to devote that evening to some business of great importance. "That is fearful!" he cried. And, overcome by the terrible reality of M. Folgat's apprehension, he added,
M. Seneschal, however, who came in just as coffee was handed round, evidently shared M. Folgat's apprehensions. The good mayor came to hear the news, and to tell his friends how he had spent the day. The funeral of the firemen had passed off quietly, although amid deep emotion. No disturbance had taken place, as was feared; and Dr. Seignebos had not spoken at the graveyard.
This is what Grandpapa Chandore would not admit. "Still," he said, "if we could bring influential men to help us?" "Can you?" "Certainly. Boiscoran has old friends, who, no doubt, are all-powerful still under the present government. He was, in former years, very intimate with M. de Margeril." M. Folgat's expression was very encouraging. "Ah!" he said, "if M. de Margeril could give us a lift!
A heavy step was heard shaking the stairs; and almost immediately a gendarme appeared, who in one hand held a violin, and with the other aided a poor creature, who seemed unable to walk alone. "Goudar!" was on M. Folgat's lips. It was Goudar, really, but in what a state! His clothes muddy, and torn, pale, with haggard eyes, his beard and his lips covered with a white foam.
"It is too much already, to have to intrust the marchioness with the secret; for you must not forget, gentlemen, that the slightest indiscretion would certainly ruin all of M. Folgat's delicate plans." Thereupon all went out; and M. de Chandore, left alone, said to himself, "Yes, they are right; but what am I to say?"
The marchioness got out with M. Folgat's assistance; and her foot was hardly on the ground, when the house-door opened, and Dionysia threw herself into her arms, too deeply moved to speak. At last she broke forth, "Oh, my mother, my mother! what a terrible misfortune!" In the passage M. de Chandore was coming forward. He had not been able to follow his granddaughter's rapid steps.
She declared she had never been able to see the end of her nose even, so very cautious was she in all her movements; but she intended to see her in spite of all. "And you may be sure she managed to do it some time or other," Goudar whispered into M. Folgat's ear.
Once more the marquis embraced his son, saying, "Do not keep them waiting, and keep up your courage." The Marquis de Boiscoran had not been mistaken about M. Magloire. Much shaken by Dionysia's statement, he had been completely overcome by M. Folgat's explanations; and, when he now came to the jail, it was with a determination to prove Jacques's innocence.
M. Folgat and I tried to read it; but it was all Greek to us." Now only the young lady remembered M. Folgat's presence, and, blushing deeply, she said, "Latterly Jacques and I had been discussing the various methods to which people resort who wish to carry on a secret correspondence: this led him to teach me one of the ways.
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