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Pierrette being dead the suit about the guardianship fell, of course, to the ground. All the astute lawyer wanted was the effect produced by his request. At midday Monsieur Desfondrilles made his report on the case, and the court rendered a decision that there was no ground for further action. Rogron dared not go to Pierrette's funeral, at which the whole town was present.
She opened my watch to see the inside, and meddled with the wheel and broke the mainspring. Mademoiselle pays no heed to what is said to her. I am all day long telling her to take care of things, and I might just as well talk to that lamp." Pierrette, ashamed at being reproved before strangers, crept softly out of the room. "I am thinking all the time how to subdue that child," said Rogron.
Vinet managed to persuade Madame de Chargeboeuf to join her means to his and live with his family in Provins, where Bathilde, he assured her, could marry a fool named Rogron, and, clever as she was, take her place in the best society of the place.
Pierrette's illness had been apparent to every one, even to persons in the town who were strangers to the family, yet the guardian had done nothing for her. The charge of ill-treatment was therefore sustained against Rogron; and the case would now go before the public. Rogron, advised by Vinet, opposed the acceptance of the report of the Council by the court.
"There will be a terrible fight; but I will put my whole soul into it you'll have to make me a votive offering." "Oh, yes, yes," said Rogron. By half-past eleven the lawyer had plenary powers to draw the contract and conduct the defence of the Rogrons.
The motion was so cruelly significant that the tears sprang to Pierrette's eyes. "Did you prick yourself, little girl?" said the atrocious Vinet. "What is the matter?" asked Sylvie, severely. "Nothing," said the poor child, going up to Rogron. "Nothing?" said Sylvie, "that's nonsense; nobody cries for nothing." "What is it, my little darling?" said Madame Vinet.
"Ah, colonel, my dear baron! if nothing is wanting but my consent you have it with no further delay than the law requires," cried Rogron, delighted to be rid of his formidable rival. Sylvie spent the morning in her own room considering how the new household could be arranged.
God knows how the colonel, who feared no one, and was equally to be dreaded with pistols or a sword, gave tongue about Madame Tiphaine and her Amadis, and the ministerialists of the Upper town, persons capable of any villany to get places, and who counted the votes at elections to suit themselves, etc. About two o'clock Rogron started for a little walk.
Rogron himself carried the paper to Gouraud, who had been a colonel and lived on the square, and whose long yarns were Rogron's delight; the latter sometimes puzzled over the warnings he had received, and asked himself how such a lively companion could be dangerous. He was fool enough to tell the colonel he had been warned against him, and to repeat all the "clique" had said.
Rogron and his sister were so shrewdly flattered by the two manoeuvrers that the former agreed to go security for the "Courrier de Provins," and the latter invested five thousand francs in the enterprise. On this, the colonel and lawyer took the field.
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