If Jacques was guilty, so much the better. He was sure, in that case, immediately after the verdict, to obtain brilliant promotion. Yes, but if Jacques should be innocent? When that thought occurred to M. Galpin for the first time, it made him shiver to the marrow of his bones.
Jacques innocent!--that was his own condemnation, his career ended, his hopes destroyed, his prospects ruined forever. Jacques innocent!--that was certain disgrace. He would be sent away from Sauveterre, where he could not remain after such a scandal. He would be banished to some out-of-the-way village, and without hope of promotion.
In vain he tried to reason that he had only done his duty. People would answer, if they condescended at all to answer, that there are flagrant blunders, scandalous mistakes, which a magistrate must not commit; and that for the honor of justice, and in the interest of the law, it is better, under certain circumstances, to let a guilty man escape, than to punish an innocent one.
With such anxiety on his mind, the most cruel that can tear the heart of an ambitious man, M. Galpin found his pillow stuffed with thorns.
He had been up since six o'clock. At eleven, he had sent for his clerk, Mechinet; and they had gone together to the jail to recommence the examination. It was then that the jailer had handed him the prisoner's letter for Dionysia. It was a short note, such as a sensible man would write who knows full well that a prisoner cannot count upon the secrecy of his correspondence. It was not even sealed, a fact which M. Blangin had not noticed.
"Dionysia, my darling," wrote the prisoner, "the thought of the terrible grief I cause you is my most cruel, and almost my only sorrow. Need I stoop to assure you that I am innocent? I am sure it is not needed. I am the victim of a fatal combination of circumstances, which could not but mislead justice. But be reassured, be hopeful. When the time comes, I shall be able to set matters right.
"JACQUES."
"Well," M. Galpin had really said after reading this letter.
Nevertheless it had stung him to the quick.
"What assurance!" he had said to himself.
Still he had regained courage while ascending the steps of the prison.
Jacques had evidently not thought it likely that his note would reach its destination directly, and hence it might be fairly presumed that he had written for the eyes of justice as well as for his lady-love.
The fact that the letter was not sealed even, gave some weight to this presumption.
"After all we shall see," said M. Galpin, while Blangin was unlocking the door.
But he found Jacques as calm as if he had been in his chateau at Boiscoran, haughty and even scornful. It was impossible to get any thing out of him. When he was pressed, he became obstinately silent, or said that he needed time to consider. The magistrate had returned home more troubled than ever. The position assumed by Jacques puzzled him. Ah, if he could have retraced his steps!
But it was too late. He had burnt his vessels, and condemned himself to go on to the end. For his own safety, for his future life, it was henceforth necessary that Jacques de Boiscoran should be found guilty;that he should be tried in open court, and there be sentenced. It must be. It was a question of life or death for him.
He was in this state of mind when the two Misses Lavarande called at his house, and asked to see him. He shook himself; and in an instant his over-excited mind presented to him all possible contingencies.
What could the two old ladies want of him?
"Show them in," he said at last.
They came in, and haughtily declined the chairs that were offered.
"I hardly expected to have the honor of a visit from you, ladies," he commenced.
The older of the two, Miss Adelaide, cut him short, saying,--"I suppose not, after what has passed."
And thereupon, speaking with all the eloquence of a pious woman who is trying to wither an impious man, she poured upon him a stream of reproaches for what she called his infamous treachery. What? How could he appear against Jacques, who was his friend, and who had actually aided him in obtaining the promise of a great match. By that one hope he had become, so to say, a member of the family. Did he not know that among kinsmen it was a sacred duty to set aside all personal feelings for the purpose of protecting that sacred patrimony called family honor?
M. Galpin felt like a man upon whom a handful of stones falls from the fifth story of a house. Still he preserved his self-control, and even asked himself what advantage he might obtain from this extraordinary scene. Might it open a door for reconciliation?
As soon, therefore, as Miss Adelaide stopped, he began justifying himself, painting in hypocritical colors the grief it had given him, swearing that he was able to control the events, and that Jacques was as dear to him now as ever.
"If he is so dear to you," broke in Miss Adelaide, "why don't you set him free?""Ah! how can I?"
"At least give his family and his friends leave to see him.""The law will not let me. If he is innocent, he has only to prove it.
If he is guilty, he must confess. In the first case, he will be set free; in the other case, he can see whom he wishes.""If he is so dear to you, how could you dare read the letter he had written to Dionysia?""It is one of the most painful duties of my profession to do so.""Ah! And does that profession also prevent you from giving us that letter after having read it?""Yes. But I may tell you what is in it."
He took it out of a drawer, and the younger of the two sisters, Miss Elizabeth, copied it in pencil. Then they withdrew, almost without saying good-by.
M. Galpin was furious. He exclaimed,--
"Ah, old witches! I see clearly you do not believe in Jacques's innocence. Why else should his family be so very anxious to see him?
