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But we must make haste." The old gentleman did make haste; but it is a long way from the New-Market Place to Hill Street; for the sisters Mechinet lived on the Square, and, if you please, in a house of their own, a house which was to be the delight of their days, and which had become the trouble of their nights.

"Louis Trivulce Jacques de Boiscoran, twenty-seven years, land-owner, residing at Boiscoran, district of Sauveterre." "Sit down, and listen to the charges which are brought against you." The clerk, M. Mechinet, thereupon reads the charges, which, in their terrible simplicity, cause a shudder to pass through the whole audience.

When the interview is over, you come back into the little room, where a bed will be ready for you, and you spend the night there; for this is the hardest part of it: you cannot leave the prison till next day." This was certainly terrible; still, after a moment's reflection, Dionysia said, "Never mind! I accept. Tell Blangin, M. Mechinet, that it is all right."

The waiting-rooms were quite deserted yet; but Mechinet was already at work in his office, writing with the feverish haste of a man who has to pay for a piece of property that he wants to call his own. When he saw Folgat enter, he rose, and said at once, "You have heard the decision of the court?" "Yes, thanks to your kindness; and I must confess it has not surprised me.

The boldness of the request seemed to stun the clerk. He said, "Never!" "You will not have pity?" "I should forfeit my honor." "And, if you let an innocent one be condemned, what would that be?" Mechinet was evidently suffering anguish. Amazed, overcome, he did not know what to say, what to do. At last he thought of one reason for refusing, and stammered out, "And if I were found out?

But he kept strictly in retirement in his room at the Hotel de la Poste, where M. Galpin every day spent several hours in close conference with him. "It seems," said Mechinet in confidence to M. Folgat, "it seems they are preparing an overwhelming charge." The day after, Dionysia opened "The Sauveterre Independent," and found in it an announcement of the cases set down for each day,

"O Jacques!" she said, "how glad I am you counted upon me!" and, without noticing how utterly Mechinet seemed to be surprised, she wrote, "We are sure of your innocence, Jacques, and still we are in despair. Your mother is here, with a Paris lawyer, a M. Folgat, who is devoted to your interests. What must we do? Give us your instructions. You can reply without fear, as you have our book.

"Yes," she replied, "it is I. I must have two dresses for next week; and I come to ask you to show me some samples." The Misses Mechinet, always acting upon their brother's advice, had made an arrangement with a large house in Bordeaux, by which they received samples of all their goods, and were allowed a discount on whatever they sold. "I will do so with pleasure," said the older sister.

He is down now, and cannot fall any lower." "That may be. But he also risks having a less indulgent jury, and not getting off with twenty years." "What do his counsel say?" "I do not know. But I have just sent my clerk to find out; and, if you choose to wait" M. Daubigeon did wait, and he did well; for M. Mechinet came in very soon after, with a long face for the world, but inwardly delighted.

"But it is a great secret; and, when one confesses, one does not like anybody else to hear it but the priest. Besides, I should like my deposition to be taken down in writing." Upon a sign made by M. Galpin, the gendarmes withdrew; and Mechinet took his seat at a table, with a blank sheet of paper before him. "Now we can talk," said Trumence: "that's the way I like it.

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