"Have you heard the news?"
"No: what is it?"
"Dionysia de Chandore has been to see M. de Boiscoran in prison.""Is it possible?"
"Yes, indeed! Twenty people have seen her come back from there, leaning on the arm of the older Miss Lavarande. She went in at ten minutes past ten, and she did not come out till a quarter-past three.""Is the young woman mad?"
"And the aunt--what do you think of the aunt?""She must be as mad as the niece."
"And M. de Chandore?"
"He must have lost his senses to allow such a scandal. But you know very well, grandfather and aunts never had any will but Dionysia's.""A nice training!"
"And nice fruits of such an education! After such a scandal, no man will be bold enough to marry her."Such were the comments on Dionysia's visit to Jacques, when the news became known. It flew at once all over town. The ladies "in society"could not recover from it; for people are exceedingly virtuous at Sauveterre, and hence they claim the right of being exceedingly strict in their judgment. There is no trifling permitted on the score of propriety.
The person who defies public opinion is lost. Now, public opinion was decidedly against Jacques de Boiscoran. He was down, and everybody was ready to kick him.
"Will he get out of it?"
This problem, which was day by day discussed at the "Literary Club,"had called forth torrents of eloquence, terrible discussions, and even one or two serious quarrels, one of which had ended in a duel. But nobody asked any longer,--"Is he innocent?"
Dr. Seignebos's eloquence, the influence of M. Seneschal, and the cunning plots of Mechinet, had all failed.
"Ah, what an interesting trial it will be!" said many people, who were all eagerness to know who would be the presiding judge, in order to ask him for tickets of admission. Day by day the interest in the trial became deeper; and all who were in any way connected with it were watched with great curiosity. Everybody wanted to know what they were doing, what they thought, and what they had said.
They saw in the absence of the Marquis de Boiscoran an additional proof of Jacques's guilt. The continued presence of M. Folgat also created no small wonder. His extreme reserve, which they ascribed to his excessive and ill-placed pride, had made him generally disliked.
And now they said,--
"He must have hardly any thing to do in Paris, that he can spend so many months in Sauveterre."The editor of "The Sauveterre Independent" naturally found the affair a veritable gold-mine for his paper. He forgot his old quarrel with the editor of "The Impartial Journal," whom he accused of Bonapartism, and who retaliated by calling him a Communist. Each day brought, in addition to the usual mention under the "local" head, some article on the "Boiscoran Case." He wrote,--"The health of Count C., instead of improving, is declining visibly. He used to get up occasionally when he first came to Sauveterre; and now he rarely leaves his bed. The wound in the shoulder, which at first seemed to be the least dangerous, has suddenly become much inflamed, owing to the tropical heat of the last days. At one time gangrene was apprehended, and it was feared that amputation would become necessary. Yesterday Dr. S. seemed to be much disturbed.
"And, as misfortunes never come singly, the youngest daughter of Count C. is very ill. She had the measles at the time of the fire;and the fright, the cold, and the removal, have brought on a relapse, which may be dangerous.
"Amid all these cruel trials, the Countess C. is admirable in her devotion, her courage, and her resignation. Whenever she leaves the bedside of her dear patients to pray at church for them, she is received with the most touching sympathy and the most sincere admiration by the whole population.""Ah, that wretch Boiscoran!" cried the good people of Sauveterre when they read such an article.
The next day, they found this,--
"We have sent to the hospital to inquire from the lady superior how the poor idiot is, who has taken such a prominent part in the bloody drama at Valpinson. His mental condition remains unchanged since he has been examined by experts. The spark of intelligence which the crime had elicited seems to be extinguished entirely and forever. It is impossible to obtain a word from him. He is, however, not locked up. Inoffensive and gentle, like a poor animal that has lost its master, he wanders mournfully through the courts and gardens of the hospital. Dr. S., who used to take a lively interest in him, hardly ever sees him now.
"It was thought at one time, that C. would be summoned to give evidence in the approaching trial. We are informed by high authority, that such a dramatic scene must not be expected to take place. C. will not appear before the jury.""Certainly, Cocoleu's deposition must have been an interposition of Providence," said people who were not far from believing that it was a genuine miracle.
The next day the editor took M. Galpin in hand.
"M. G., the eminent magistrate, is very unwell just now, and very naturally so after an investigation of such length and importance as that which preceded the Boiscoran trial. We are told that he only awaits the decree of the court, to ask for a furlough and to go to one of the rural stations of the Pyrenees."Then came Jacques's turn,--
"M. J. de B. stands his imprisonment better than could be expected.
According to direct information, his health is excellent, and his spirits do not seem to have suffered. He reads much, and spends part of the night in preparing his defence, and ****** notes for his counsel."Then came, from day to day, smaller items,--"M. J. de B. is no longer in close confinement."Or,--
