. La Comedie Humaine . sses be-tween you and Camusot. •/ What are these reports of examinations? saidthe countess, very sweetly, looking at Camusot, whostood all abashed before the wife of one of the greatestpersonages in the State. Madame, replied Camusot, a clerk takes downin writing the questions of the judge and the answersof the accused; the report is then signed by the clerk,the judge, and the accused. These reports form thebasis of the case; they determine whether or notthe accused person shall be sent before the court of Oh! she said, and suppose these reports weresuppressed
. La Comedie Humaine . sses be-tween you and Camusot. •/ What are these reports of examinations? saidthe countess, very sweetly, looking at Camusot, whostood all abashed before the wife of one of the greatestpersonages in the State. Madame, replied Camusot, a clerk takes downin writing the questions of the judge and the answersof the accused; the report is then signed by the clerk,the judge, and the accused. These reports form thebasis of the case; they determine whether or notthe accused person shall be sent before the court of Oh! she said, and suppose these reports weresuppressed ? 44 Madame, a judge would commit a crime — 4 It was a much greater crime to have written said. 44 But, at this moment, they appear to be theonly proof against Lucien. Read me those reports,that I may see what means we still have to save him ;it is a matter in which my happiness and that of Mon-sieur de Serizy are concerned. Then she twisted up tbe last, lit it at the candle,and set fire to the heap jeorees -5 Bros Lucien de Tliibempre. 349 Madame, said Camnsot, do not think that I haveforgotten the consideration I owe to you. Had thisexamination been confided to Monsieur Popinot, forinstance, you would have been much less safe than vou 7 a/ *> are with me. The police seized all papers in MonsieurLuciens house, even your letters — Oh ! my letters. Here they are, sealed up, said the judge, givingher the packet. The countess rang the bell, as if she had been in herown house. The office servant of the attorney-generalentered. A light, she said. The servant lighted a candle, and put it on themantel-shelf, while the countess looked over her let-ters, counted them, crumpled them up, and threw themon the hearth. Then she twisted up the last, lit it atthe candle, and set fire to the heap below. Camusotstood gazing rather vacantly at the flaming papers,still holding the reports in his hand. The countess,who appeared to be wholly intent on destroying theproofs o
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