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Updated: June 15, 2025
In the midst of all her fearful sufferings, Dionysia's heart filled with unspeakable happiness as she heard these words. Ah! now she could no longer doubt Jacques. "He has condemned himself, you see," continued the countess. "I was quite willing to ruin myself for him, but certainly not for another woman." "And that other woman no doubt you mean me!"
Having once yielded to Dionysia's suggestions, Mechinet had, unconsciously, bound himself to her forever. "No: do not go there, madam," he said. "You could not make Blangin believe that he runs no danger; nor could you sufficiently arouse his cupidity. I will speak to him myself." "O sir!" exclaimed Dionysia, "how can I ever?" "How much may I offer him?" asked the clerk.
In Dionysia's excitement she forgot all about calling the name of her old playmate, Labismena, at the hour of her marriage as she had promised to do. She thought of nothing but the prince. There was no escape for Labismena. She had to remain in the form of a sea serpent because of Dionysia's neglect.
The door opened instantly, and the marchioness found herself in Dionysia's arms, and soon after comfortably seated in an easy-chair. The others had followed her. It was past two o'clock; but every minute now was valuable. Arranging his spectacles, Dr. Seignebos said, "I propose that we exchange our information. I, for my part, I am still at the same point. But you know my views.
"Make haste and bring her here." From the time when M. Folgat first hoped for this recovery of the servant-girl, he had made up his mind to make the most of her evidence. He had slipped a portrait of the Countess Claudieuse into an album of Dionysia's, amidst some thirty photographs.
I am a man; and there is no man living who would not feel deeply moved at seeing himself the object of such bitter regrets and such terrible despair. Besides, my happiness and Dionysia's honor were at stake. How do I know what I said? I am not a hero of romance. No doubt I was mean.
I had to hand it, as is my duty, to M. Galpin, when he came accompanied by his clerk, Mechinet, to examine M. de Boiscoran." "And what did he say?" "He opened the letter, read it, put it into his pocket, and said, 'Well." Tears of anger this time sprang from Dionysia's eyes; and she cried, "What a shame? This man reads a letter written by Jacques to me! That is infamous!"
The old gentleman had had time to prepare a fib. "Because M. Magloire had to tell us a piece of bad news. There is no chance of no true bill being found. Jacques will have to appear in court." The marchioness jumped up like a piece of mechanism, and cried, "What! Jacques before the assizes? My son? A Boiscoran?" And she fell back into her chair. Not a muscle in Dionysia's face had moved.
She told him every thing; and the old gentleman felt chilled to the marrow of his bones, when he found that it had depended on Jacques alone to carry off his grandchild. But he had not done so. "Ah, he is an honest man!" he said. And, pressing his lips on Dionysia's brow, he added, "And you love him more than ever?" "Alas!" she replied, "is he not more unhappy than ever?"
His greeting was affectionate, but at the same time so sad, that it touched Dionysia's heart most painfully. She thought she saw that M. Magloire was not far from believing Jacques guilty. And she was not mistaken; for M. Magloire let them see it clearly, in the most delicate manner, to be sure, but still so as to leave no doubt.
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