And hastening to the door, while Dionysia returned to her friends, she summoned the priest from Brechy. II. M. Daubigeon, the commonwealth attorney, learned that morning from his chief clerk what had happened, and how the proceedings in the Boiscoran case were necessarily null and void on account of a fatal error in form. The counsel of the defence had lost no time, and, after spending the whole night in consultation, had early that morning presented their application for a new trial to the court. The commonwealth attorney took no pains to conceal his satisfaction. “Now,” he cried, “this will worry my friend Galpin, and clip his wings considerably; and yet I had called his attention to the lines of Horace, in which he speaks of Phaeton’s sad fate, and says,-- ‘Terret ambustus Phaeton avaras Spes.’ But he would not listen to me, forgetting, that, without prudence, force is a danger. And there he is now, in great difficulty, I am sure.” And at once he made haste to dress, and to go and see M. Galpin in order to hear all the details accurately, as he told his clerk, but, in reality, in order to enjoy to his heart’s content the discomfiture of the ambitious magistrate. He found him furious, and ready to tear his hair. “I am disgraced,” he repeated: “I am ruined; I am lost. All my prospects, all my hopes, are gone. I shall never be forgiven for such an oversight.” To look at M. Daubigeon, you would have thought he was sincerely distressed. “Is it really true,” he said with an air of assumed pity,--“is it really true, what they tell me, that this unlucky mistake was made by you?” “By me? Yes, indeed! I forgot those wretched details which a scholar knows by heart. Can you understand that? And to say that no one noticed my inconceivable blindness! Neither the first court of inquiry, nor the attorney-general himself, nor the presiding judge, ever said a word about it. It is my fate. And that is to be the result of my labors. Everybody, no doubt, said, ‘Oh! M. Galpin has the case in hand; he knows all about it: no need to look after the matter when such a man has taken hold of it.’ And here I am. Oh! I might kill myself.” “It is all the more fortunate,” replied M. Daubigeon, “that yesterday the case was hanging on a thread.” The magistrate gnashed his teeth, and replied,--