. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . Schmidt with her. M. Daburon, more dead than alive, sank back again in hischair. His eyes filled with tears. And that is what she is!he murmured. Ah ! I made no vulvar choice. I had divinedand understood all her good qualities. In the midst of hismeditations, a sudden thought passed like a flash across hisbrain. Had Claire spoken the truth ? Had she not been play-ing a part previously prepared? No, most decidedly no! Butshe might have been herself deceived, might have been thedupe of some skilful trick. In that case old Tabarets predic-tion was now re
. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . Schmidt with her. M. Daburon, more dead than alive, sank back again in hischair. His eyes filled with tears. And that is what she is!he murmured. Ah ! I made no vulvar choice. I had divinedand understood all her good qualities. In the midst of hismeditations, a sudden thought passed like a flash across hisbrain. Had Claire spoken the truth ? Had she not been play-ing a part previously prepared? No, most decidedly no! Butshe might have been herself deceived, might have been thedupe of some skilful trick. In that case old Tabarets predic-tion was now realized. Tabaret had said: Look out for anindisputable alibi. How could he show the falsity of thisone, planned in advance, affirmed by Claire, who was heideceived? How could he expose a plan, so well laid that theiner had been able without danger to await certain results,with his arms folded, and without himself moving in the matter? lie arose. Oh! he said in a loud voice, as though encour-aging himself, at the Palais, all will be unravel. MDABUROX had 1 at visit M. • dc Commarin v ! more so, when his valet whispered to him that Mademoiselle dArlari red a moments con- ation with him. He h I to receive her, fearing a Hj—Vol. 2 866 THE LEROUGE AFFAIR painful and disagreeable scene. What could she want withhim? To inquire about Albert, of course. And what couldhe reply ? He sent a message, asking her to wait a few minutesin one of the little drawing-rooms on the ground floor. Hedid not keep her waiting long, his appetite having been de-stroyed by the mere announcement of her visit. As soon as he appeared, Claire saluted him with one ofthose graceful, yet highly dignified bows, which distinguishedthe Marquise dArlange. Sir—, she began. You come, do you not, my poor child, to obtain news ofthe unhappy boy? asked M. de Commarin. No, sir, replied the young girl; I come, on the contrary, tobring you news. Albert is innocent. The comte looked at her most attentively, persu
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