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"Upon my word!" he said, "I never thought the countess would take my treachery so coolly. When she came out from you just now, she asked me, in the same tone as every day, how I had found her husband, and what was to be done. I told her" But the rest of the sentence remained unspoken: the doctor had become aware of M. Folgat's utter consternation. "Why, what on earth is the matter?" he asked.
It was four days now since he had last presented himself there; for he had not come himself for his report and the shot he had left in M. Folgat's hands. He had sent for them, excusing himself on the score of his many engagements.
As to Cocoleu," he added, standing already near the door, "an examination of his mental condition might produce results which no one seems to expect now. But we will talk of that hereafter. And now, I must bid you all good-by." "Well?" asked Dionysia and M. de Chandore, as soon as they had heard the street door close behind Dr. Seignebos. But M. Folgat's enthusiasm had cooled off very rapidly.
The train stopped. A door opened, and the marchioness appeared, leaning on M. Folgat's arm. The marquis, a travelling-bag in hand, followed next. "That was it!" said the volunteer spies, who had flattened their noses against the window-panes.
All these misfortunes were traced back to Jacques, who was loaded with curses; and the people now thought of receiving his mother, the marchioness, with fierce hootings. "There she is, there she is!" they said in the crowd, when she appeared in the station, leaning upon M. Folgat's arm. But they did not say another word, so great was their surprise at her appearance.
Yes, the step taken by the Misses Lavarande was foolish. At the point which things had reached now, their going to see M. Galpin was perhaps equivalent to furnishing him the means to crush Jacques. But whose fault was it, but M. de Chandore's and M. Folgat's?
In a few words she had told him all; and, when she asked his advice, he replied, "I am entirely of M. Folgat's opinion, and think that grief and isolation begin to have their effect upon M. de Boiscoran's mind." "Oh, that thought is maddening!" murmured the poor girl. "I think, as M. Magloire does, that M. de Boiscoran, by his silence, only makes his situation much worse. I have a proof of that.
I wish Heaven would confound all ambitious men!" For the first time in his life, and no doubt for the last time also, the commonwealth attorney rejoiced at the misfortune of others. Taking savage pleasure in turning the dagger in his poor friend's wounds, he said, "No doubt M. Folgat's speech had something to do with it." "Nothing at all." "He was brilliantly successful."
Immediately two parties were formed. "She puts a bold face on it," said some; while others declared, "She is quite sure of her son's innocence." At all events, she had presence of mind enough to see what an impression she produced, and how well she had done to follow M. Folgat's advice. It gave her additional strength.
To save your false reputation as an honest woman. Ah! that is miserable; that is mean; that is infamous!" The countess was roused at last. What all M. Folgat's skill and ability had not been able to accomplish, Dionysia obtained in an instant by the force of her passion. Throwing aside her mask, the countess exclaimed with a perfect burst of rage, "Well, then, no, no!
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