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Updated: June 27, 2025
As it was, this magnate of St. Saviour's, who yesterday posed so sympathetically and effectively in the Court at Vilray as a figure of note, did the quite obvious thing: he determined to kill the master-carpenter from Laplatte. There was no genius in that.
Their souls were busy, hers wanted rest; that was clear. He was glad he had worked it out so cleverly to the Cure and to his own mind. His philosophy surely had vindicated itself. But Jean Jacques was far from thinking of these things as he drove back from Vilray and from his episode in Court to the Manor Cartier.
M. Mornay chanced to be a friend of Judge Carcasson, and when he visited Vilray he remembered that the Judge had spoken often of his humble but learned friend, the Clerk of the Court, and of his sister. So M. Mornay made his way from the office of the firm of avocats whom he had instructed in his affairs with Jean Jacques, to that of M. Fille.
His look was set upon the red reflection which widened in the sky and seemed to grow nearer and nearer. The horses quickened their pace. He touched them with the whip, and they went faster. The glow increased as he left Vilray behind. He gave the horses the whip again sharply, and they broke into a gallop. Yet his eyes scarcely left the sky.
The crimson glow drew him, held him, till his brain was afire also. Jean Jacques had a premonition and a conviction which was even deeper than the imagination of M. Fille. In Vilray, behind him, the telegraph clerk was in the street shouting to someone to summon the local fire-brigade to go to St. Saviour's. "What is it what is it?" asked M. Fille of the telegraph clerk in marked agitation.
"Then, there, I will speak freely," rejoined Jean Jacques, and he took the cherry-brandy which the other offered him, and drank it off with gusto. "Ah, that that," he said, "is like the cordials Mere Langlois used to sell at Vilray.
Here, then, was the most obvious opportunity a man in trouble who had not deserved the bitter bad luck which had come to him. Even old Mere Langlois in the market-place at Vilray had admitted that, and had said the same later on in Virginie's home. For an instant Jean Jacques was fascinated by the sudden prospect which opened out before him.
They say at Vilray that you have all you can do to keep out of the Bankruptcy Court, and that " Jean Jacques started, flushed, and seemed about to get angry; but she put things right at once. "People talk more than they know, but there's always some fire where there's smoke," she hastened to explain. "Besides, your father-in-law babbles more than is good for him or for you.
Saviour's, from Vilray or the Manor Cartier, yet he heard the bells of memory when the Hand Invisible arrested his footsteps. One day these bells rang so loud that he would have heard them were he sunk in the world's deepest well of shame; but, as it was, he now marched on hills far higher than the passes through the mountains which his patchwork philosophy had ever provided.
"Then, there, I will speak freely," rejoined Jean Jacques, and he took the cherry-brandy which the other offered him, and drank it off with gusto. "Ah, that that," he said, "is like the cordials Mere Langlois used to sell at Vilray.
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