“Ah! my dear André! You were right not to come! What infamy! Ah! what
infamy! Greslon was questioned. He continues his system and refuses
to say anything. That is nothing. The experts reported the results of
their analyses. Our good doctor first. His voice trembled, the dear
man, when he described his impression at seeing our poor Charlotte,
you know, in her room. And then Professor Armand; you could not have
endured this horrible thing, this autopsy of our angel in that room in
which there were certainly five hundred persons. And then the Paris
chemist. If there could be any doubt after that! The bottle which that
monster used, was on the table. I saw it. And then--how did he dare?
His lawyer, an official advocate, however, and who has not even the
excuse of being the friend of his client. His advocate. But how shall I
tell you? He asked if Charlotte had had a lover. There was a murmur of
disgust in the hall, of indignation from everybody. She, my child, so
pure, so noble, a saint! I could have choked the man. Even the assassin
was moved, he whom nothing touches. I saw him. At that moment he put
his head in his hands and wept. Answer, ought it not to be forbidden
by law, to speak in that way of a victim in open court? What did this
rogue believe then, that she had a lover? A lover! She a lover!”
The old man’s indignation was so strong that he suddenly burst into
tears. The son, in presence of this touching grief felt his heart melt
and the tears fill his eyes, and the two men embraced one another
without a word.
“You see,” resumed the father when he was able to speak, “this is
the dreadful side of these trials, the public discussion of the most
private matters. I have told you before that I was sure she was unhappy
all winter because Maxime was absent. She loved him, but was not
willing that it should be seen. It was this that aroused Greslon’s
jealousy when he came to the house and found her so gracious, so
unpretentious, he believed that he could win her. How could she have
suspected such a thing, when I who have had so much experience of men,
never saw or guessed any thing?”
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