XXIX.
M. Folgat had just risen. Standing before his mirror, hung up to one ofthe windows in his room, he had just finished shaving himself, when thedoor was thrown open violently, and old Anthony appeared quite besidehimself.
"Ah, sir, what a terrible thing!"
"What?"
"Run away, disappeared!"
"Who?"
"Master Jacques!"
The surprise was so great, that M. Folgat nearly let his razor drop: hesaid, however, peremptorily,--
"That is false!"
"Alas, sir," replied the old servant, "everybody is full of it in town.All the details are known. I have just seen a man who says he met masterlast night, about eleven o'clock, running like a madman down NationalStreet."
"That is absurd."
"I have only told Miss Dionysia so far, and she sent me to you. Youought to go and make inquiry."
The advice was not needed. Wiping his face hastily, the young advocatewent to dress at once. He was ready in a moment; and, having run downthe stairs, he was crossing the passage when he heard somebody call hisname. He turned round, and saw Dionysia making him a sign to come intothe boudoir in which she was usually sitting. He did so.
Dionysia and the young advocate alone knew what a desperate ventureJacques had undertaken the night before. They had not said a word aboutit to each other; but each had noticed the preoccupation of the other.All the evening M. Folgat had not spoken ten words, and Dionysia had,immediately after dinner, gone up to her own room.
"Well?" she asked.
"The report, madam, must be false," replied the advocate.
"Who knows?"
"His evasion would be a confession of his crime. It is only the guiltywho try to escape; and M. de Boiscoran is innocent. You can rest quiteassured, madam, it is not so. I pray you be quiet."
Who would not have pitied the poor girl at that moment? She was as whiteas her collar, and trembled violently. Big tears ran over her eyes; andat each word a violent sob rose in her throat.
"You know where Jacques went last night?" she asked again.
"Yes."
She turned her head a little aside, and went on, in a hardly audiblevoice,--
"He went to see once more a person whose influence over him is,probably, all powerful. It may be that she has upset him, stunned him.Might she not have prevailed upon him to escape from the disgrace ofappearing in court, charged with such a crime?"
"No, madam, no!"
"This person has always been Jacques's evil genius. She loves him, Iam sure. She must have been incensed at the idea of his becoming myhusband. Perhaps, in order to induce him to flee, she has fled withhim."
"Ah! do not be afraid, madam: the Countess Claudieuse is incapable ofsuch devotion."
Dionysia threw herself back in utter amazement; and, raising herwide-open eyes to the young advocate, she said with an air ofstupefaction,--
"The Countess Claudieuse?"
M. Folgat saw his indiscretion. He had been under the impression thatJacques had told his betrothed every thing; and her very manner ofspeaking had confirmed him in his conviction.
"Ah, it is the Countess Claudieuse," she went on,--"that lady whom allrevere as if she were a saint. And I, who only the other day marvelledat her fervor in praying,--I who pitied her with all my heart,--I--Ah! Inow see what they were hiding from me."
Distressed by the blunder which he had committed, the young advocatesaid,--
"I shall never forgive myself, madam, for having mentioned that name inyour presence."
She smiled sadly.
"Perhaps you have rendered me a great service, sir. But, I pray, go andsee what the truth is about this report."
M. Folgat had not walked down half the street, when he became aware thatsomething extraordinary must really have happened. The whole town was inuproar. People stood at their doors, talking. Groups here and there wereengaged in lively discussions.
Hastening his steps, he was just turning into National Street, when hewas stopped by three or four gentlemen, whose acquaintance he had, insome way or other, been forced to make since he was at Sauveterre.
"Well, sir?" said one of these amiable friends, "your client, it seems,is running about nicely."
"I do not understand," replied M. Folgat in a tone of ice.
"Why? Don't you know your client has run off?"
"Are you quite sure of that?"
"Certainly. The wife of a workman whom I employ was the person throughwhom the escape became known. She had gone on the old ramparts to cutgrass there for her goat; and, when she came to the prison wall, she sawa big hole had been made there. She gave at once the alarm; the guardcame up; and they reported the matter immediately to the commonwealthattorney."
For M. Folgat the evidence was not satisfactory yet. He asked,--
"Well? And M. de Boiscoran?"
"Cannot be found. Ah, I tell you, it is just as I say. I know it froma friend who heard it from a clerk at the mayor's office. Blangin thejailer, they say, is seriously implicated."
"I hope soon to see you again," said the young advocate, and left himabruptly.
The gentleman seemed to be very grievously offended at such treatment;but the young advocate paid no attention to him, and rapidly crossed theNew-Market Square.
He was become apprehensive. He did not fear an evasion, but thoughtthere might have occurred some fearful catastrophe. A hundred persons,at least, were assembled around the prison-doors, standing there withopen mouths and eager eyes; and the sentinels had much trouble inkeeping them back.
M. Folgat made his way through the crowd, and went in.
In the court-yard he found the commonwealth attorney, the chief ofpolice, the captain of the gendarmes, M. Seneschal, and, finally, M.Galpin, all standing before the janitor's lodge in animated discussion.The magistrate looked paler than ever, and was, as they called it inSauveterre, in bull-dog humor. There was reason for it.
He had been informed as promptly as M. Folgat, and had, with equalpromptness, dressed, and hastened to the prison. And all along his way,unmistakable evidence had proved to him that public opinion was fiercelyroused against the accused, but that it was as deeply excited againsthimself.
On all sides he had been greeted by ironical salutations, mockingsmiles, and even expressions of condolence at the loss of his prisoner.Two men, whom he suspected of being in close relations with Dr.Seignebos, had even murmured, as he passed by them,--
"Cheated, Mr. Bloodhound."
He was the first to notice the young advocate, and at once said tohim,--
"Well, sir, do you come for news?"
But M. Folgat was not the man to be taken in twice the same day.Concealing his apprehensions under the most punctilious politeness, hereplied,--
"I have heard all kinds of reports; but they do not affect me. M. deBoiscoran has too much confidence in the excellency of his cause and thejustice of his country to think of escaping. I only came to confer withhim."
"And you are right!" exclaimed M. Daubigeon. "M. de Boiscoran is in hiscell, utterly unaware of all the rumors that are afloat. It was Trumencewho has run off,--Trumence, the light-footed. He was kept in prison forform's sake only, and helped the keeper as a kind of assistant jailer.He it is who has made a hole in the wall, and escaped, thinking, nodoubt, that the heavens are a better roof than the finest jail."
A little distance behind the group stood Blangin, the jailer, affectinga contrite and distressed air.
"Take the counsel to the prisoner Boiscoran," said M. Galpin dryly,fearing, perhaps, that M. Daubigeon might regale the public with all thebitter epigrams with which he persecuted him privately. The jailer bowedto the ground, and obeyed the order; but, as soon as he was alone withM. Folgat in the porch of the building, he blew up his cheek, and thentapped it, saying,--
"Cheated all around."
Then he burst out laughing. The young advocate pretended not tounderstand him. It was but prudent that he should appear ignorant ofwhat had happene
d the night before, and thus avoid all suspicion of acomplicity which substantially did not exist.
"And still," Blangin went on, "this is not the end of it yet. Thegendarmes are all out. If they should catch my poor Trumence! That manis such a fool, the most stupid judge would worm his secret out of himin five minutes. And then, who would be in a bad box?"
M. Folgat still made no reply; but the other did not seem to mind thatmuch. He continued,--
"I only want to do one thing, and that is to give up my keys as soon aspossible. I am tired of this profession of jailer. Besides, I shall notbe able to stay here much longer. This escape has put a flea into theear of the authorities, and they are going to give me an assistant, aformer police sergeant, who is as bad as a watchdog. Ah! the good daysof M. de Boiscoran are over: no more stolen visits, no more promenades.He is to be watched day and night."
Blangin had stopped at the foot of the staircase to give all theseexplanations.
"Let us go up," he said now, as M. Folgat showed signs of growingimpatience.
He found Jacques lying on his bed, all dressed; and at the first glancehe saw that a great misfortune had happened.
"One more hope gone?" he asked.
The prisoner raised himself up with difficulty, and sat up on the sideof his bed; then he replied in a voice of utter despair,--
"I am lost, and this time hopelessly."
"Oh!"
"Just listen!"
The young advocate could not help shuddering as he heard the accountgiven by Jacques of what had happened the night before. And when it wasfinished, he said,--
"You are right. If Count Claudieuse carries out his threat, it may be acondemnation."
"It must be a condemnation, you mean. Well, you need not doubt. He willcarry out his threat."
And shaking his head with an air of desolation, he added,--
"And the most formidable part of it is this: I cannot blame him fordoing it. The jealousy of husbands is often nothing more than self-love.When they find they have been deceived, their vanity is offended; buttheir heart remains whole. But in this case it is very different. Henot only loved his wife, he worshipped her. She was his happiness, lifeitself. When I took her from him, I robbed him of all he had,--yes, ofall! I never knew what adultery meant till I saw him overcome with shameand rage. He was left without any thing in a moment. His wife had alover: his favorite daughter was not his own! I suffer terribly; butit is nothing, I am sure, in comparison with what he suffers. And youexpect, that, holding a weapon in his hand, he should not use it? It isa treacherous, dishonest weapon, to be sure; but have I been frank andhonest? It would be a mean, ignoble vengeance, you will say; but whatwas the offence? In his place, I dare say, I should do as he does."
M. Folgat was thunderstruck.
"But after that," he asked, "when you left the house?"
Jacques passed his hand mechanically over his forehead, as if to gatherhis thoughts, and then went on,--
"After that I fled precipitately, like a man who has committed a crime.The garden-door was open, and I rushed out. I could not tell you withcertainty in what direction I ran, through what streets I passed. I hadbut one fixed idea,--to get away from that house as quickly and as faras possible. I did not know what I was doing. I went, I went. When Icame to myself, I was many miles away from Sauveterre, on the road toBoiscoran. The instinct of the animal within me had guided me on thefamiliar way to my house. At the first moment I could not comprehend howI had gotten there. I felt like a drunkard whose head is filled with thevapors of alcohol, and who, when he is roused, tries to remember whathas happened during his intoxication. Alas! I recalled the fearfulreality but too soon. I knew that I ought to go back to prison, thatit was an absolute necessity; and yet I felt at times so weary, soexhausted, that I was afraid I should not be able to get back. Still Idid reach the prison. Blangin was waiting for me, all anxiety; for itwas nearly two o'clock. He helped me to get up here. I threw myself, alldressed as I was, on my bed, and I fell fast asleep in an instant. Butmy sleep was a miserable sleep, broken by terrible dreams, in whichI saw myself chained to the galleys, or mounting the scaffold with apriest by my side; and even at this moment I hardly know whether I amawake or asleep, and whether I am not still suffering under a fearfulnightmare."
M. Folgat could hardly conceal a tear. He murmured,--
"Poor man!"
"Oh, yes, poor man indeed!" repeated Jacques. "Why did I not follow myfirst inspiration last night when I found myself on the high-road. Ishould have gone on to Boiscoran, I should have gone up stairs to myroom, and there I should have blown out my brains. I should then sufferno more."
Was he once more giving himself up to that fatal idea of suicide?
"And your parents," said M. Folgat.
"My parents! And do you think they will survive my condemnation?"
"And Miss Chandore?"
He shuddered, and said fiercely,--
"Ah! it is for her sake first of all that I ought to make an end of it.Poor Dionysia! Certainly she would grieve terribly when she heard ofmy suicide. But she is not twenty yet. My memory would soon fade in herheart; and weeks growing into months, and months into years, she wouldfind comfort. To live means to forget."
"No! You cannot really think what you are saying!" broke in M. Folgat."You know very well that she--she would never forget you!"
A tear appeared in the eyes of the unfortunate man, and he said in ahalf-smothered voice,--
"You are right. I believe to strike me down means to strike her downalso. But do you think what life would be after a condemnation? Can youimagine what her sensations would be, if day after day she had to sayto herself, 'He whom alone I love upon earth is at the galleys, mixed upwith the lowest of criminals, disgraced for life, dishonored.' Ah! deathis a thousand times preferable."
"Jacques, M. de Boiscoran, do you forget that you have given me yourword of honor?"
"The proof that I have not forgotten it is that you see me here. But,never mind, the day is not very far off when you will see me so wretchedthat you yourself will be the first to put a weapon into my hands."
But the young advocate was one of those men whom difficulties onlyexcite and stimulate, instead of discouraging. He had already recoveredsomewhat from the first great shock, and he said,--
"Before you throw down your hand, wait, at least, till the game is lost.You are not sentenced yet. Far from it! You are innocent, and thereis divine justice. Who tells us that Count Claudieuse will really giveevidence? We do not even know whether he has not, at this moment, drawnhis last breath upon earth!"
Jacques leaped up as if in a spasm, and turning deadly pale,exclaimed,--
"Ah, don't say that! That fatal thought has already occurred to me, thatperhaps he did not rise again last night. Would to God that that be notso! for then I should but too surely be an assassin. He was my firstthought when I awoke. I thought of sending out to make inquiries. But Idid not dare do it."
M. Folgat felt his heart oppressed with most painful anxiety, like theprisoner himself. Hence he said at once,--
"We cannot remain in this uncertainty. We can do nothing as long as thecount's fate is unknown to us; for on his fate depends ours. Allow me toleave you now. I will let you know as soon as I hear any thing positive.And, above all, keep up your courage, whatever may happen."
The young advocate was sure of finding reliable information at Dr.Seignebos's house. He hastened there; and, as soon as he entered, thephysician cried,--
"Ah, there you are coming at last! I give up twenty of my worst patientsto see you, and you keep me waiting forever. I was sure you would come.What happened last night at Count Claudieuse's house?"
"Then you know"--
"I know nothing. I have seen the results; but I do not know the cause.The result was this: last night, about eleven o'clock, I had just goneto bed, tired to death, when, all of a sudden, somebody rings my bellas if he were determined to break it. I do not like people to perform soviolently at my door; and I
was getting up to let the man know mymind, when Count Claudieuse's servant rushed in, pushing my own servantunceremoniously aside, and cried out to me to come instantly, as hismaster had just died."
"Great God!"
"That is what I said, because, although I knew the count was very ill, Idid not think he was so near death."
"Then, he is really dead?"
"Not at all. But, if you interrupt me continually, I shall never be ableto tell you."
And taking off his spectacles, wiping them, and putting them on again,he went on,--
"I was dressed in an instant, and in a few minutes I was at the house.They asked me to go into the sitting-room down stairs. There I found, tomy great amazement, Count Claudieuse, lying on a sofa. He was pale andstiff, his features fearfully distorted, and on his forehead a slightwound, from which a slender thread of blood was trickling down. Upon myword I thought it was all over."
"And the countess?"
"The countess was kneeling by her husband; and, with the help of herwomen, she was trying to resuscitate him by rubbing him, and puttinghot napkins on his chest. But for these wise precautions she would bea widow at this moment; whilst, as it is, he may live a long time yet.This precious count has a wonderful tenacity of life. We, four of us,then took him and carried him up stairs, and put him to bed, afterhaving carefully warmed it first. He soon began to move; he opened hiseyes; and a quarter of an hour later he had recovered his consciousness,and spoke readily, though with a somewhat feeble voice. Then, of course,I asked what had happened, and for the first time in my life I saw themarvellous self-possession of the countess forsake her. She stammeredpitifully, looking at her husband with a most frightened air, as if shewished to read in his eyes what she should say. He undertook to answerme; but he, also was evidently very much embarrassed. He said, thatbeing left alone, and feeling better than usual, he had taken it intohis head to try his strength. He had risen, put on his dressing-gown,and gone down stairs; but, in the act of entering the room, he hadbecome dizzy, and had fallen so unfortunately as to hurt his foreheadagainst the sharp corner of a table. I affected to believe it, and said,'You have done a very imprudent thing, and you must not do it again.'Then he looked at his wife in a very singular way, and replied, 'Oh! youcan be sure I shall not commit another imprudence. I want too much toget well. I have never wished it so much as now.'"
M. Folgat was on the point of replying; but the doctor closed his lipswith his hand, and said,--
"Wait, I have not done yet."
And, manipulating his spectacles most assiduously, he added,--
"I was just going home, when suddenly a chambermaid came in with afrightened air to tell the countess that her older daughter, littleMartha, whom you know, had just been seized with terrible convulsions.Of course I went to see her, and found her suffering from a trulyfearful nervous attack. It was only with great difficulty I could quiether; and when I thought she had recovered, suspecting that there mightbe some connection between her attack and the accident that had befallenher father, I said in the most paternal tone I could assume, 'Now mychild, you must tell me what was the matter.' She hesitated a while, andthen she said, 'I was frightened.'--'Frightened at what, my darling?'She raised herself on her bed, trying to consult her mother's eyes; butI had placed myself between them, so that she could not see them. When Irepeated my question, she said, 'Well, you see, I had just gone to bed,when I heard the bell ring. I got up, and went to the window to seewho could be coming so late. I saw the servant go and open the door,a candlestick in her hand, and come back to the house, followed by agentleman, whom I did not know.' The countess interrupted her here,saying, 'It was a messenger from the court, who had been sent to me withan urgent letter.' But I pretended not to hear her; and, turning stillto Martha, I asked again, 'And it was this gentleman who frightened youso?'--'Oh, no!'--'What then?' Out of the corner of my eye I was watchingthe countess. She seemed to be terribly embarrassed. Still she did notdare to stop her daughter. 'Well, doctor,' said the little girl, 'nosooner had the gentleman gone into the house than I saw one of thestatues under the trees there come down from its pedestal, move on, andglide very quietly along the avenue of lime-trees.'"
M. Folgat trembled.
"Do you remember, doctor," he said, "the day we were questioning littleMartha, she said she was terribly frightened by the statutes in thegarden?"
"Yes, indeed!" replied the doctor. "But wait a while. The countesspromptly interrupted her daughter, saying to me, 'But, dear doctor, youought to forbid the child to have such notions in her head. At Valpinsonshe never was afraid, and even at night, quite alone, and without alight, all over the house. But here she is frightened at every thing;and, as soon as night comes, she fancies the garden is full of ghosts.You are too big now, Martha, to think that statues, which are made ofstone, can come to life, and walk about.' The child was shuddering.
"'The other times, mamma,' she said, 'I was not quite sure; but thistime I am sure. I wanted to go away from the window, and I could not doit. It was too strong for me: so that I saw it all, saw it perfectly. Isaw the statue, the ghost, come up the avenue slowly and cautiously, andthen place itself behind the last tree, the one that is nearest to theparlor window. Then I heard a loud cry, then nothing more. The ghostremained all the time behind the tree, and I saw all it did: it turnedto the left and the right; it drew itself up; and it crouched down.Then, all of a sudden, two terrible cries; but, O mamma, such cries!Then the ghost raised one arm, this way, and all of a sudden itwas gone; but almost the same moment another one came out, and thendisappeared, too.'"
M. Folgat was utterly overcome with amazement.
"Oh, these ghosts!" he said.
"You suspect them, do you? I suspected them at once. Still I pretendedto turn Martha's whole story into a joke, and tried to explain to herhow the darkness made us liable to have all kinds of optical illusions;so that when I left, and a servant was sent with a candle to light me onmy way, the countess was quite sure that I had no suspicion. I had none;but I had more than that. As soon as I entered the garden, therefore, Idropped a piece of money which I had kept in my hand for the purpose. Ofcourse I set to work looking for it at the foot of the tree nearest tothe parlor-window, while the servant helped with his candle. Well, M.Folgat, I can assure you that it was not a ghost that had been walkingabout under the trees; and, if the footmarks which I found there weremade by a statue, that statue must have enormous feet, and wear hugeiron-shod shoes."
The young advocate was prepared for this. He said,--
"There is no doubt: the scene had a witness."
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