He arrived at the steps which lead to the vestibule. Two soldiers
guarded the door, charged to keep back the crowd. The count seemed to
hesitate, then, instead of entering, he pushed on to the end of the
street. He reached a terrace, which, situated between the sinister
walls of the central building and the dark mass of the Palais, gave a
view of the immense plain of the Limagne.
A fountain charmed the silence of this spot, and the sound of its
murmuring could be heard even above the noise of the crowd in the
neighboring street. André sat down on a bench near the fountain. He
was never able to tell why he remained there more than half an hour,
nor the exact reason why he arose, walked toward the Palais, wrote his
name and some words on a card, and gave this card to a soldier to be
carried by the bailiff to the president.
He had the very distinct feeling that he must act, almost in spite
of himself, and as in a dream. His resolution nevertheless was taken
and he felt that he should not weaken again, although he apprehended
with horrible anguish the meeting with his father, who was over there,
beyond those people whose heads were bent forward, their shoulders
curved.
He felt in his agony the only solace he could experience when the
bailiff came for him. For, instead of introducing him at once into the
hall, this man led him through a passage to a small room which was,
without doubt, the office of the president. Some packets were lying
on the table. An overcoat and a hat hung on a peg. Arrived there, his
guide said to him:
“Monsieur the president will come to you as soon as the
attorney-general has finished.” What unexpected consolation in his
pain! The punishment of deposing in public and before his father
would be spared him! This hope was of short duration. The officer had
not been ten minutes in the office of the president when the latter
entered: a large old man, with a face yellow from bile and with gray
hair, whom the contrast of his red robe made look greenish. After the
first words and before the affirmation of the count that he brought
proof of the innocence of the accused:
“On these conditions, monsieur,” said the president, “I cannot receive
your confidences. The audience is to be resumed and you will be heard
as a witness, provided neither the prosecution nor the defense object.”
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