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After poor old Gerbaud had taken her departure, my brother said grace; then he turned to the man and said to him, 'You must be in great need of your bed. Madame Magloire cleared the table very promptly. I understood that we must retire, in order to allow this traveller to go to sleep, and we both went up stairs.
"I am but too sure of that. And if M. de Boiscoran is really innocent" "Ah, M. Magloire!" broke in Dionysia, "how can you, who are a friend of Jacques's, say so?" M. Magloire looked at the young girl with an air of deep and sincere pity, and then said, "It is precisely because I am his friend, madam, that I am bound to tell you the truth.
And, when Jacques tells him that he has nothing to give but his word, M. Galpin will tell him that he does not speak the truth." "He might, perhaps, consent to extend the investigation," said M. Seneschal. "He might possibly summon the countess." M. Magloire nodded, and said, "He would certainly summon her. But, then, would she confess? It would be madness to expect that.
Madame Magloire made an expressive grimace. "Iron has a taste." "Very well," said the Bishop; "wooden ones then." A few moments later he was breakfasting at the very table at which Jean Valjean had sat on the previous evening.
The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he raised his grave eyes, and said gently to Madame Magloire: "And, in the first place, was that silver ours?" Madame Magloire was speechless. Another silence ensued; then the Bishop went on: "Madame Magloire, I have for a long time detained that silver wrongfully. It belonged to the poor. Who was that man? A poor man, evidently." "Alas!
He could not but have a powerful influence, therefore, not on judges who came into court with well-established opinions, but with jurymen who are under the influence of the moment, and may be carried off by the eloquence of a speech. It is true, M. Magloire did not possess that burning eloquence which thrills a crowd, but M. Folgat had it, and in an uncommon degree.
If the accused had well-founded objections to the magistrate, why did he not make them known? He cannot plead ignorance: he knows the law, he is a lawyer himself. His counsel, moreover, are men of experience." M. Magloire replies, in his seat, "We were of the opinion that the accused ought to ask for a change of venue.
It was really the excellent mayor, who had met M. Magloire about an hour before, and who now came to hear the news, for his own sake, as he said, but especially for his wife's sake, who was actually ill with anxiety. Eleven o'clock, and no news. The marchioness got up, and said, "I cannot stand this uncertainty a minute longer. I am going to the prison."
"It is wonderful how long time seems when you are waiting!" At ten o'clock no news had come. "Could M. Magloire have forgotten his promise?" said Dionysia, becoming anxious. "No, he has not forgotten it," replied a newcomer, M. Seneschal.
It chanced that a worthy cure, I know not whether it was the cure of Couloubroux or the cure of Pompierry, took it into his head to ask him one day, probably at the instigation of Madame Magloire, whether Monsieur was sure that he was not committing an indiscretion, to a certain extent, in leaving his door unfastened day and night, at the mercy of any one who should choose to enter, and whether, in short, he did not fear lest some misfortune might occur in a house so little guarded.
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