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Updated: June 26, 2025
You have gained your action, and paid him," said Madame de Watteville, watching her daughter, who, all the time the Vicar-General had been speaking, seemed to hang on his lips. The conversation changed, and no more was heard of Albert Savaron. The portrait sketched by the cleverest of the Vicars-General of the diocese had all the greater charm for Rosalie because there was a romance behind it.
Sending his card to the Judges instead of calling in person! What a blunder! And so, three days after, Savaron had ceased to exist. He took as his servant old Monsieur Galard's man Galard being dead Jerome, who can cook a little. Albert Savaron was all the more completely forgotten, because no one had seen him or met him anywhere." "Then, does he not go to mass?" asked Madame de Chavoncourt.
Monsieur Savaron did not commit the blunder of putting his name in front; he left the finance of the concern to his chief client, Monsieur Boucher, connected by marriage with one of the great publishers of important ecclesiastical works; but he kept the editorship, with a share of the profits as founder.
But Monsieur Savaron procured the poor man's acquittal by proving his innocence and showing that he had been a tool in the hands of the real culprits. Not only did his line of defence succeed, but it led to the arrest of two of the witnesses, who were proved guilty and condemned. His speech struck the Court and the jury.
The courier started on the stroke of three. "Monsieur Savaron went straight to the Prefecture, and from that to Monsieur Gentillet, who sold him the old traveling carriage that used to belong to Madame de Saint-Vier before she died; then he ordered post horses for six o'clock.
Then the stranger went straight to the Mairie, and had himself registered as a resident with all political qualifications. Finally, he had his name entered on the list of the barristers to the Court, showing his title in due form, and he left his card on all his new colleagues, the Ministerial officials, the Councillors of the Court, and the members of the bench, with the name, 'ALBERT SAVARON."
Next morning, Mademoiselle de Watteville, while dressing, necessarily looked out at Albert Savaron walking in the garden adjoining that of the Hotel de Rupt. "What would have become of me," thought she, "if he had lived anywhere else? Here I can, at any rate, see him. What is he thinking about?"
"What sudden interest have you in this Savaron?" "Monsieur Albert Savaron de Savarus, the natural son of the Comte de Savarus pray keep the secret of my indiscretion if he is returned deputy, will be our advocate in the suit about les Rouxey. Les Rouxey, my father tells me, will be my property; I intend to live there, it is a lovely place!
In more ways than one she was remarkable; she had an affection for me; indeed, some years previously I had been in a way to play Albert Savaron to her Francesca Colonna, an arrangement prevented only by my constitutional dislike for any prolonged or sustained effort in a world the slave of vanity and folly. It was from the lips of this friend that I first heard the name of Desiree Le Mire.
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