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"I have, therefore, nothing to do with this lady," continued Saniel, with the precipitation of a man who has just escaped a danger. "But your part, Mademoiselle, is not finished, and you must return to her tomorrow to fulfil that which Nougarde confides to you." He explained what Nougarde expected of her. "Certainly," she said. "I will do all that I am advised to do for Florentin.
"And it is this honest boy that they accuse of assassination!" cried Madame Cormier, beginning to weep. It required several minutes for Phillis to quiet her a little. "We must think of him, mamma; we must not give up." "You are going to do something, are you not, my little Phillis?" "I am going to find Doctor Saniel." "He is a doctor, not a lawyer."
While ascending, I sought a reason to justify, or, at least, to explain my second visit, and I found only an adventurous one, for which I ought to ask your indulgence." She said this on turning toward Saniel, but with lowered eyes, without daring to look at him, and with an emotion that made him uneasy. "My indulgence?" he said.
Saniel saw his colleague, the solemn Balzajette, and so adroitly as not to provoke surprise or suspicion, he spoke of Madame Dammauville, in whom he was interested incidentally; without persisting, and only to justify his question, he explained the nature of this interest. Although solemn, Balzajette was not the less a gossip, and it was his solemnity that made him gossip.
Glady made a slight gesture of impatience that was not lost upon Saniel, who was expecting some such demonstration. Rich, and frequenting the society of poor men, Glady lived in dread of borrowers.
Talking to Caffie, who was placed between him and this window, Saniel suddenly perceived that on the other side of the court, in the second wing of the building, on the second story, were two lighted windows directly opposite to the office, and that from there any one could see everything that occurred in the office.
In spite of the lukewarm sea in which it lay, Saniel took the key, and after wiping his hand on one of the tails of Caffie's coat, he placed it in the lock. Would it turn freely, or was it closed with a combination? The question was poignant. The key turned and the door opened.
It was an old house where Caffie lived, and had been formerly a private hotel; it was composed of two wings, one on the street, the other on an inside court. A porte cochere gave access to this court, and under its roof, near the staircase, was the concierge's lodge. Saniel knocked at the door in vain; it was locked and would not open.
In spite of the high esteem that he professed for his own merits and person, he vaguely felt that the doctors of his generation who were eminent did not treat him with all the consideration that he accorded himself, and in order to teach his ancient comrades a lesson, he was glad to enter into friendly relations with a young one 'dans le mouvement'. He would speak of his young confrere Saniel: "You know the one who was appointed 'agrege'," and he would relate the advice that he, Balzajette, had given him.
In spite of this invitation and the gesture which accompanied it, Saniel was careful not to turn his head toward the window; he kept his face in the shadow, contenting himself with looking at the door which was opposite to him.
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