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At the same hour when the magistrate left the hospital, Dr. Seignebosand M. Folgat parted, after a frugal breakfast,--the one to visit hispatients, the other to go to the prison. The young advocate was verymuch troubled. He hung his head as he went down the street; and thediplomatic citizens who compared his dejected appearance with thevictorious air of M. Galpin came to the conclusion that Jacques deBoiscoran was irrevocably lost.
At that moment M. Folgat was almost of their opinion. He had to passthrough one of those attacks of discouragement, to which the mostenergetic men succumb at times, when they are bent upon pursuing anuncertain end which they ardently desire.
The declarations made by little Martha and the governess had literallyoverwhelmed him. Just when he thought he had the end of the thread inhis hand, the tangle had become worse than ever. And so it had been fromthe commencement. At every step he took, the problem had become morecomplicated than ever. At every effort he made, the darkness, instead ofbeing dispelled, had become deeper. Not that he as yet doubted Jacques'sinnocence. No! The suspicion which for a moment had flashed through hismind had passed away instantly. He admitted, with Dr. Seignebos, thepossibility that there was an accomplice, and that it was Cocoleu, inall probability, who had been charged with the execution of the crime.But how could that fact be made useful to the defence? He saw no way.
Goudar was an able man; and the manner in which he had introducedhimself into the hospital and Cocoleu's company indicated a master. Buthowever cunning he was, however experienced in all the tricks of hisprofession, how could he ever hope to make a man confess who intrenchedhimself behind the rampart of feigned imbecility? If he had only had anabundance of time before him! But the days were counted, and he wouldhave to hurry his measures.
"I feel like giving it up," thought the young lawyer.
In the meantime he had reached the prison. He felt the necessity ofconcealing his anxiety. While Blangin went before him through the longpassages, rattling his keys, he endeavored to give to his features anexpression of hopeful confidence.
"At last you come!" cried Jacques.
He had evidently suffered terribly since the day before. A feverishrestlessness had disordered his features, and reddened his eyes. He wasshaking with nervous tremor. Still he waited till the jailer had shutthe door; and then he asked hoarsely,--
"What did she say?"
M. Folgat gave him a minute account of his mission, quoting the words ofthe countess almost literally.
"That is just like her!" exclaimed the prisoner. "I think I can hearher! What a woman! To defy me in this way!"
And in his anger he wrung his hands till they nearly bled.
"You see," said the young advocate, "there is no use in trying to getoutside of our circle of defence. Any new effort would be useless."
"No!" replied Jacques. "No, I shall not stop there!"
And after a few moments' reflection,--if he can be said to have beenable to reflect,--he said,--
"I hope you will pardon me, my dear sir, for having exposed you to suchinsults. I ought to have foreseen it, or, rather, I did foresee it. Iknew that was not the way to begin the battle. But I was a coward, Iwas afraid, I drew back, fool that I was! As if I had not known that weshall at any rate have to come to the last extremity! Well, I am readynow, and I shall do it!"
"What do you mean to do?"
"I shall go and see the Countess Claudieuse. I shall tell her"--
"Oh!"
"You do not think she will deny it to my face? When I once have herunder my eye, I shall make her confess the crime of which I am accused."
M. Folgat had promised Dr. Seignebos not to mention what Martha and hergoverness had said; but he felt no longer bound to conceal it.
"And if the countess should not be guilty?" he asked.
"Who, then, could be guilty?"
"If she had an accomplice?"
"Well, she will tell me who it is. I will insist upon it, I will makeher tell. I will not be disgraced. I am innocent, I will not go to thegalleys!"
To try and make Jacques listen to reason would have been madness justnow.
"Have a care," said the young lawyer. "Our defence is difficult enoughalready; do not make it still more so."
"I shall be careful."
"A scene might ruin us irrevocably."
"Be not afraid!"
M. Folgat said nothing more. He thought he could guess by what meansJacques would try to get out of prison. But he did not ask him aboutthe details, because his position as his counsel made it his duty not toknow, or, at least, to seem not to know, certain things.
"Now, my dear sir," said the prisoner, "you will render me a service,will you not?"
"What is it?"
"I want to know as accurately as possible how the house in which thecountess lives is arranged."
Without saying a word, M. Folgat took out a sheet of paper, and drewon it a plan of the house, as far as he knew,--of the garden, theentrance-hall, and the sitting-room.
"And the count's room," asked Jacques, "where is that?"
"In the upper story."
"You are sure he cannot get up?"
"Dr. Seignebos told me so."
The prisoner seemed to be delighted.
"Then all is right," he said, "and I have only to ask you, my dearcounsel, to tell Miss Dionysia that I must see her to-day, as soon aspossible. I wish her to come accompanied by one of her aunts only. And,I beseech you, make haste."
M. Folgat did hasten; so that, twenty minutes later, he was at the younglady's house. She was in her chamber. He sent word to her that he wishedto see her; and, as soon as she heard that Jacques wanted her, she saidsimply,--
"I am ready to go."
And, calling one of the Misses Lavarande, she told her,--
"Come, Aunt Elizabeth, be quick. Take your hat and your shawl. I amgoing out, and you are going with me."
The prisoner counted so fully upon the promptness of his betrothed, thathe had already gone down into the parlor when she arrived at the prison,quite out of breath from having walked so fast. He took her hands, and,pressing them to his lips, he said,--
"Oh, my darling! how shall I ever thank you for your sublime fidelity inmy misfortune? If I escape, my whole life will not suffice to prove mygratitude."
But he tried to master his emotion, and turning to Aunt Elizabeth, hesaid,--
"Will you pardon me if I beg you to render me once more the service youhave done me before? It is all important that no one should hear what Iam going to say to Dionysia. I know I am watched."
Accustomed to passive obedience, the good lady left the room withoutdaring to make the slightest remark, and went to keep watch in thepassage. Dionysia was very much surprised; but Jacques did not give hertime to utter a word. He said at once,--
"You told me in this very place, that, if I wished to escape, Blanginwould furnish me the means, did you not?"
The young girl drew back, and stammered with an air of utterbewilderment,--
"You do not want to flee?"
"Never! Under no circumstances! But you ought to remember, that, whileresisting all your arguments, I told you, that perhaps, some day orother, I might require a few hours of liberty."
"I remember."
"I begged you to sound the jailer on that point."
"I did so. For money he will always be ready to do your bidding."
Jacques seemed to breathe more freely.
"Well, then," he said again, "the time has come. To-morrow I shall haveto be away all the evening. I shall like to leave about nine; and Ishall be back at midnight."
Dionysia stopped him.
"Wait," she said; "I want to call Blangin's wife."
The household of the jailer of Sauveterre was like many others. Thehusband was brutal, imperious, and tyrannical: he talked loud andpositively, and thus made it appear that he was the master. The wife washumble, submissive, apparently resigned, and always ready to obey; butin reality she ruled by int
elligence, as he ruled by main force. Whenthe husband had promised any thing, the consent of the wife had still tobe obtained; but, when the wife undertook to do any thing, the husbandwas bound through her. Dionysia, therefore, knew very well that shewould have first to win over the wife. Mrs. Blangin came up in haste,her mouth full of hypocritical assurances of good will, vowing thatshe was heart and soul at her dear mistress's command, recalling withdelight the happy days when she was in M. de Chandore's service, andregretting forevermore.
"I know," the young girl cut her short, "you are attached to me. Butlisten!"
And then she promptly explained to her what she wanted; while Jacques,standing a little aside in the shade, watched the impression on thewoman's face. Gradually she raised her head; and, when Dionysia hadfinished, she said in a very different tone,--
"I understand perfectly, and, if I were the master, I should say, 'Allright!' But Blangin is master of the jail. Well, he is not bad; buthe insists upon doing his duty. We have nothing but our place to liveupon."
"Have I not paid you as much as your place is worth?"
"Oh, I know you do not mind paying."
"You had promised me to speak to your husband about this matter."
"I have done so; but"--
"I would give as much as I did before."
"In gold?"
"Well, be it so, in gold."
A flash of covetousness broke forth from under the thick brows of thejailer's wife; but, quite self-possessed, she went on,--
"In that case, my man will probably consent. I will go and put himright, and then you can talk to him."
She went out hastily, and, as soon as she had disappeared, Jacques askedDionysia,--
"How much have you paid Blangin so far?"
"Seventeen thousand francs."
"These people are robbing you outrageously."
"Ah, what does the money matter? I wish we were both of us ruined, ifyou were but free."
But it had not taken the wife long to persuade the husband. Blangin'sheavy steps were heard in the passage; and almost immediately, heentered, cap in hand, looking obsequious and restless.
"My wife has told me every thing," he said, "and I consent. Only we mustunderstand each other. This is no trifle you are asking for."
Jacques interrupted him, and said,--
"Let us not exaggerate the matter. I do not mean to escape: I only wantto leave for a time. I shall come back, I give you my word of honor."
"Upon my life, that is not what troubles me. If the question was onlyto let you run off altogether, I should open the doors wide, and say,'Good-by!' A prisoner who runs away--that happens every day; but aprisoner who leaves for a few hours, and comes back again--Supposeanybody were to see you in town? Or if any one came and wanted to seeyou while you are gone? Or if they saw you come back again? What shouldI say? I am quite ready to be turned off for negligence. I have beenpaid for that. But to be tried as an accomplice, and to be put into jailmyself. Stop! That is not what I mean to do."
This was evidently but a preface.
"Oh! why lose so many words?" asked Dionysia. "Explain yourself clearly."
"Well, M. de Boiscoran cannot leave by the gate. At tattoo, at eighto'clock, the soldiers on guard at this season of the year go inside theprison, and until _reveille_ in the morning, or, in others words, tillfive o'clock, I can neither open nor shut the gates without calling thesergeant in command of the post."
"Did he want to extort more money? Did he make the difficulties outgreater than they really were?"
"After all," said Jacques, "if you consent, there must be a way."
The jailer could dissemble no longer: he came out with it bluntly.
"If the thing is to be done, you must get out as if you were escapingin good earnest. The wall between the two towers is, to my knowledge,at one place not over two feet thick; and on the other side, where thereare nothing but bare grounds and the old ramparts, they never put asentinel. I will get you a crowbar and a pickaxe, and you make a hole inthe wall."
Jacques shrugged his shoulders.
"And the next day," he said, "when I am back, how will you explain thathole?"
Blangin smiled.
"Be sure," he replied, "I won't say the rats did it. I have thought ofthat too. At the same time with you, another prisoner will run off, whowill not come back."
"What prisoner?"
"Trumence, to be sure. He will be delighted to get away, and he willhelp you in making the hole in the wall. You must make your bargain withhim, but, of course, without letting him know that I know any thing. Inthis way, happen what may, I shall not be in danger."
The plan was really a good one; only Blangin ought not to have claimedthe honor of inventing it: the idea came from his wife.
"Well," replied Jacques, "that is settled. Get me the pickaxe and thecrowbar, show me the place where we must make the hole, and I will takecharge of Trumence. To-morrow you shall have the money."
He was on the point of following the jailer, when Dionysia held himback; and, lifting up her beautiful eyes to him, she said in a tremor,--
"You see, Jacques, I have not hesitated to dare every thing in order toprocure you a few house of liberty. May I not know what you are going todo in that time?"
And, as he made no reply, she repeated,--
"Where are you going?"
A rush of blood colored the face of the unfortunate man; and he said inan embarrassed voice,--
"I beseech you, Dionysia, do not insist upon my telling you. Permit meto keep this secret, the only one I have ever kept from you."
Two tears trembled for a moment in the long lashes of the young girl,and then silently rolled down her cheeks.
"I understand you," she stammered. "I understand but too well. AlthoughI know so little of life, I had a presentiment, as soon as I saw thatthey were hiding something from me. Now I cannot doubt any longer. Youwill go to see a woman to-morrow"--
"Dionysia," Jacques said with folded hands,--"Dionysia, I beseech you!"
She did not hear him. Gently shaking her heard, she went on,--
"A woman whom you have loved, or whom you love still, at whose feet youhave probably murmured the same words which you whispered at my feet.How could you think of her in the midst of all your anxieties? Shecannot love you, I am sure. Why did she not come to you when she foundthat you were in prison, and falsely accused of an abominable crime?"
Jacques cold bear it no longer.
"Great God!" he cried, "I would a thousand times rather tell you everything than allow such a suspicion to remain in your heart! Listen, andforgive me."
But she stopped him, putting her hand on his lips, and saying, all in atremor,--
"No, I do not wish to know any thing,--nothing at all. I believe inyou. Only you must remember that you are every thing to me,--hope, life,happiness. If you should have deceived me, I know but too well--poorme!--that I would not cease loving you; but I should not have long tosuffer."
Overcome with grief and affection, Jacques repeated,--
"Dionysia, Dionysia, my darling, let me confess to you who this womanis, and why I must see her."
"No," she interrupted him, "no! Do what your conscience bids you do. Ibelieve in you."
And instead of offering to let him kiss her forehead, as usual, shehurried off with her Aunt Elizabeth, and that so quickly, that, when herushed after her, he only saw, as it were, a shadow at the end of thelong passage.
Never until this moment had Jacques found it in his heart really to hatethe Countess Claudieuse with that blind and furious hatred which dreamsof nothing but vengeance. Many a time, no doubt, he had cursed her inthe solitude of his prison; but even when he was most furious againsther, a feeling of pity had risen in his heart for her whom he had onceloved so dearly; for he did not disguise it to himself, he had onceloved her to distraction. Even in his prison he trembled, as he thoughtof some of his first meetings with her, as he saw before his mind's eyeher features swimming in voluptuous languor,
as he heard the silveryring of her voice, or inhaled the perfume she loved ever to have abouther. She had exposed him to the danger of losing his position, hisfuture, his honor even; and he still felt inclined to forgive her. Butnow she threatened him with the loss of his betrothed, the loss of thatpure and chaste love which burnt in Dionysia's heart, and he could notendure that.
"I will spare her no longer," he cried, mad with wrath. "I will hesitateno longer. I have not the right to do so; for I am bound to defendDionysia!"
He was more than ever determined to risk that adventure on the next day,feeling quite sure now that his courage would not fail him.
It was Trumence to-night--perhaps by the jailer's skilfulmanagement--who was ordered to take the prisoner back to his cell, and,according to the jail-dictionary, to "curl him up" there. He calledhim in, and at once plainly told him what he expected him to do. UponBlangin's assurance, he expected the vagabond would jump at the mereidea of escaping from jail. But by no means. Trumence's smilingfeatures grew dark; and, scratching himself behind the ear furiously, hereplied,--
"You see--excuse me, I don't want to run away at all."
Jacques was amazed. If Trumence refused his cooperation he could not goout, or, at least, he would have to wait.
"Are you in earnest, Trumence?" he asked.
"Certainly I am, my dear sir. Here, you see, I am not so badly off: Ihave a good bed, I have two meals a day, I have nothing to do, and Ipick up now and then, from one man or another, a few cents to buy me apinch of tobacco or a glass of wine."
"But your liberty?"
"Well, I shall get that too. I have committed no crime. I may havegotten over a wall into an orchard; but people are not hanged for that.I have consulted M. Magloire, and he told me precisely how I stand.They will try me in a police-court, and they will give me three or fourmonths. Well, that is not so very bad. But, if I run away, they put thegendarmes on my track; they bring me back here; and then I know how theywill treat me. Besides, to break jail is a grave offence."
How could he overcome such wise conclusions and such excellent reasons?Jacques was very much troubled.
"Why should the gendarmes take you again?" he asked.
"Because they are gendarmes, my dear sir. And then, that is not all.If it were spring, I should say at once, 'I am your man.' But we haveautumn now; we are going to have bad weather; work will be scarce."
Although an incurable idler, Trumence had always a good deal to sayabout work.
"You won't help them in the vintage?" asked Jacques.
The vagabond looked almost repenting.
"To be sure, the vintage must have commenced," he said.
"Well?"
"But that only lasts a fortnight, and then comes winter. And winter isno man's friend: it's my enemy. I know I have been without a place tolie down when it has been freezing to split stones, and the snow wasa foot deep. Oh! here they have stoves, and the Board gives very warmclothes."
"Yes; but there are no merry evenings here, Trumence, eh? None of thosemerry evenings, when the hot wine goes round, and you tell the girls allsorts of stories, while you are shelling peas, or shucking corn?"
"Oh! I know. I do enjoy those evenings. But the cold! Where should I gowhen I have not a cent?"
That was exactly where Jacques wanted to lead him.
"I have money," he said.
"I know you have."
"You do not think I would let you go off with empty pockets? I wouldgive you any thing you may ask."
"Really?" cried the vagrant.
And looking at Jacques with a mingled expression of hope, surprise, anddelight, he added,--
"You see I should want a good deal. Winter is long. I should want--letme see, I should want fifty Napoleons!"
"You shall have a hundred," said Jacques.
Trumence's eyes began to dance. He probably had a vision of thoseirresistible taverns at Rochefort, where he had led such a merry life.But he could not believe such happiness to be real.
"You are not making fun of me?" he asked timidly.
"Do you want the whole sum at once?" replied Jacques. "Wait."
He drew from the drawer in his table a thousand-franc note. But, at thesight of the note, the vagrant drew back the hand which he had promptlystretched out to take the money.
"Oh! that kind? No! I know what that paper is worth: I have had some ofthem myself. But what could I do with one of them now? It would not beworth more to me than a leaf of a tree; for, at the first place I shouldwant it changed, they would arrest me."
"That is easily remedied. By to-morrow I shall have gold, or smallnotes, so you can have your choice."
This time Trumence clapped his hands in great joy.
"Give me some of one kind, and some of the other," he said, "and Iam your man! Hurrah for liberty! Where is that wall that we are to gothrough?"
"I will show you to-morrow; and till then, Trumence, silence."
It was only the next day that Blangin showed Jacques the place where thewall had least thickness. It was in a kind of cellar, where nobody evercame, and where cast-off tools were stored away.
"In order that you may not be interrupted," said the jailer, "I will asktwo of my comrades to dine with me, and I shall invite the sergeant onduty. They will enjoy themselves, and never think of the prisoners. Mywife will keep a sharp lookout; and, if any of the rounds should comethis way, she would warn you, and quick, quick, you would be back inyour room."
All was settled; and, as soon as night came, Jacques and Trumence,taking a candle with them, slipped down into the cellar, and went towork. It was a hard task to get through this old wall, and Jacques wouldnever have been able to accomplish it alone. The thickness was even lessthan what Blangin had stated it to be; but the hardness was far beyondexpectation. Our fathers built well. In course of time the cement hadbecome one with the stone, and acquired the same hardness. It was as ifthey had attacked a block of granite. The vagrant had, fortunately, astrong arm; and, in spite of the precautions which they had to take toprevent being heard, he had, in less than an hour, made a hole throughwhich a man could pass. He put his head in; and, after a moment'sexamination, he said,--
"All right! The night is dark, and the place is deserted. Upon my word,I will risk it!"
He went through; Jacques followed; and instinctively they hastenedtowards a place where several trees made a dark shadow. Once there,Jacques handed Trumence a package of five-franc notes, and said,--
"Add this to the hundred Napoleons I have given you before. Thank you:you are a good fellow, and, if I get out of my trouble, I will notforget you. And now let us part. Make haste, be careful, and good luck!"
After these words he went off rapidly. But Trumence did not march off inthe opposite direction, as had been agreed upon.
"Anyhow," said the poor vagrant to himself, "this is a curious storyabout the poor gentleman. Where on earth can he be going?"
And, curiosity getting the better of prudence, he followed him.
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