[Pppehrserver-users] And the Marquis' expenses. The handsome young heir-presu

[Delgoda Aldarondo]

 with his
back to the
hearth, "if he is doing
well where he is, he ought to stay there,

and not be thinking of the joy it would give his old father to see

him again. The King's
service has the first claim." Scarcely one of those present heard the
words
without a shudder. Justice might give over a d'Esgrignon to the
executioner's branding iron. There was a dreadful pause. The old
Marquise de Casteran could not keep back a tear that stole down over
her rouge, and turned her head away to hide it. Next day at noon, in
the sunny weather, a whole excited population was dispersed in groups
along the high street, which ran through the heart
of the town, and nothing was talked of but the great affair.

Was the Count in prison or was he not?--All at once the

Comte d'Esgrignon's well-known tilbury was seen driving down the Rue
Saint-Blaise; it had evidently come from the Prefecture, the Count
himself was on the box seat, and by his side sat a charming young man,
whom nobody recognized. The pair were laughing and talking and in
great
spirits. They wore Bengal roses in their button-holes. Altogether, it
was a theatrical surprise which words fail to describe. At ten o'clock
the court had decided to dismiss the
charge, stating their very sufficient reasons for setting the Count at
liberty, in a document which contained a thunderbolt for du Croisier,
in the shape
of an /inasmuch/ that gave
the Count the right to institute proceedings
for libel. Old Chesnel was
walking up the Grand Rue, as if by accident, telling all who
cared to hear him that du Croisier had set
the most shameful of snares for the d'Esgrignons' honor, and that it
was entirely owing to the forbearance a
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