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Following Honoré's advice, the f.m.c., who had come into possession of his paternal portion, sent to Cannes Brulées a written offer, to buy Palmyre at any price that her master might name, stating his intention to free her and make her his wife.
Because of these he overlooked the offence against his person and estate, and delivered Bras-Coupé to the law to suffer only the penalties of the crime he had committed against society by attempting to be a free man. We repeat it for the credit of Palmyre, that she pleaded for Bras-Coupé.
Keene, amused and attracted Honoré Grandissime, won the confidence of the f.m.c., and tamed the fiery distrust and enmity of Palmyre, would present his opinions without the thought of a reservation either in himself or his hearers.
"And you say your family decline to accept the assistance of the police in their endeavors to bring the killer of your uncle to justice?" asked some Américain or other of 'Polyte Grandissime. "'Sir, mie fam'lie do not want to fetch him to justice! neither Palmyre! We are goin' to fetch the justice to them! And sir, when we cannot do that, sir, by ourselves, sir, no, sir! no police!"
She went firmly up to her husband and lifted her hand. With an easy motion, but quick as lightning, as a lion sets foot on a dog, he caught her by the arm. "Bras-Coupé oulé so' femme," he said, and just then Palmyre would have gone with him to the equator. "You shall not have her!" gasped the master.
From that advent, and the long and varied mental sufferings which its consequences brought upon her, sprang that second change in Palmyre, which made her finally untamable, and ended in a manumission, granted her more for fear than for conscience' sake.
He would look after him and shake a prophetic head. "Trouble coming; better not deceive that fellow;" yet that was the very thing Palmyre dared do. Her admiration for Bras-Coupé was almost boundless.
She had thrown herself forward, but, as she spoke, forced herself back into her seat. "He told me so himself." The tall figure of Palmyre rose slowly and silently from her chair, her eyes lifted up and her lips moving noiselessly. She seemed to have lost all knowledge of place or of human presence.
The daughter took her foot from the andiron; her eyes lighted up aggressively. "For losing your purse blame yourself. For the way you found it again which was far worse thank Palmyre. If you had not asked her to find it and shared the gold with her we could have returned with it to 'Sieur Frowenfel'; but now we are ashamed to let him see us. I do not doubt he filled the purse." "He?
They were ashamed to ask her. Madeleine's new maid, Palmyre Chocareille, extricated them from this difficulty. This girl, who seemed to have suffered all the minor ills of life which, after all, are the hardest to bear seemed to have divined her mistress's anxiety.
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