THE EXAMINATION.
"Mistress Frances Baudoin?" asked the magistrate.
"Yes, sir--it is I," said Frances.Then, perceiving the pale and trembling sewing-girl, who did not dare to come forward, she stretched out her arms to her."Oh, my poor child!" she exclaimed, bursting into tears; "forgive--forgive us--since it is for our sake you have suffered this humiliation!"
When Dagobert's wife had tenderly embraced the young sempstress, the latter, turning towards the commissary, said to him with an expression of sad and touching dignity: `You see, sir, that I am not a thief."
"Madame," said the magistrate, addressing Frances, "am I to understand that the silver mug, the shawl, the sheets contained in this bundle--"
"Belong to me, sir.It was to render me a service that this dear girl, who is the best and most honest creature in the world, undertook to carry these articles to the pawnbroker's."
"Sir," said the magistrate sternly to the policeman, "you have committed a deplorable error.I shall take care to report you, and see that you are punished.You may go, sir." Then, addressing Mother Bunch, with an air of real regret, he added: "I can only express my sorrow for what has happened.Believe me, I deeply feel for the cruel position in which you have been placed."
"I believe it, sir," said Mother Bunch, "and I thank you." Overcome by so many emotions, she sank upon a chair.
The magistrate was about to retire, when Dagobert, who had been seriously reflecting for some minutes, said to him in a firm voice: "Please to hear me, Sir; I have a deposition to make."
"Speak, Sir."
"What I am about to say is very important; it is to you, in your quality of a magistrate, that I make this declaration."
"And as a magistrate I will hear you, sir."
"I arrived here two days ago, bringing with me from Russia two girls who had been entrusted to me by their mother--the wife of Marshal Simon."
"Of Marshal Simon, Duke de Ligny?" said the commissary, very much surprised.
"Yes, Sir.Well, I left them here, being obliged to get out on pressing business.This morning, during my absence, they disappeared--and I am certain I know the man who has been the cause of it."
"Now, my dear," said Frances, much alarmed.
"Sir," said the magistrate, "your declaration is a very serious one.
Disappearance of persons--sequestration, perhaps.But are you quite sure?"
"These young ladies were here an hour ago; I repeat, sir, that during my absence, they have been taken away."
"I do not doubt the sincerity of your declaration, sir; but still it is difficult to explain so strange an abduction.Who tells you that these young girls will not return? Besides, whom do you suspect? One word, before you make your accusation.Remember, it is the magistrate who hears you.On leaving this place, the law will take its course in this affair."
"That is what I wish, Sir; I am responsible for those young ladies to their father.He may arrive at any moment, and I must be prepared to justify myself."
"I understand all these reasons, sir; but still have a care you are not deceived by unfounded suspicions.Your denunciation once made, I may have to act provisionally against the person accused.Now, if you should be under a mistake, the consequences would be very serious for you; and, without going further," said the magistrate, pointing to Mother Bunch, with emotion, "you see what are the results of a false accusation."
"You hear, my dear," cried Frances, terrified at the resolution of Dagobert to accuse Abbe Dubois; "do not say a word more, I entreat you."
But the more the soldier reflected, the more he felt convinced that nothing but the influence of her confessor could have induced Frances to act as she had done; so he resumed, with assurance: "I accuse my wife's confessor of being the principal or the accomplice in the abduction of Marshal Simon's daughters."
Frances uttered a deep groan, and hid her face in her hands; while Mother Bunch, who had drawn nigh, endeavored to console her.The magistrate had listened to Dagobert with extreme astonishment, and he now said to him with some severity: "Pray, sir, do not accuse unjustly a man whose position is in the highest degree respectable--a priest, sir?--yes, a priest? I warned you beforehand to reflect upon what you advanced.All this becomes very serious, and, at your age, any levity in such matters would be unpardonable."
"Bless me, sir!" said Dagobert, with impatience; "at my age, one has common sense.These are the facts.My wife is one of the best and most honorable of human creatures--ask any one in the neighborhood, and they will tell you so--but she is a devotee; and, for twenty years, she has always seen with her confessor's eyes.She adores her son, she loves me also; but she puts the confessor before us both."
"Sir," said the commissary, "these family details "
Are indispensable, as you shall see.I go out an hour ago, to look after this poor girl here.When I come back, the young ladies have disappeared.I ask my wife to whom she has entrusted them, and where they are; she falls at my feet weeping, and says: "Do what you will with me, but do not ask me what has become of the children.I cannot answer you."
"Is thus true, madame?" cried the commissary, looking at Frances with surprise.
"Anger, threats, entreaties, had no effect," resumed Dagobert; "to everything she answered as mildly as a saint: `I can tell you nothing!'
Now, sir, I maintain that my wife has no interest to take away these children; she is under the absolute dominion of her confessor; she has acted by his orders and for his purposes; he is the guilty party."
Whilst Dagobert spoke, the commissary looked more and more attentively at Frances, who, supported by the hunchback, continued to weep bitterly.
After a moment's reflection, the magistrate advanced towards Dagobert's wife, and said to her: "Madame, you have heard what your husband has just declared."
"Yes, sir."
"What have you to say in your justification?''