Part 59 (1/2)

Theodose de la Peyrade.

”There, will that suit you?” said the barrister, pa.s.sing the paper to Thuillier.

”Perfectly,” replied Thuillier, taking the precaution to fold the letter himself and seal it. ”Put the address,” he added.

Then he rang the bell for the porter.

”You will carry this letter to its address,” he said to the man, ”and bring back with you the person named. But will she be there?” he asked, on reflection.

”It is more than probable,” replied la Peyrade; ”in any case, neither you nor I will leave this room until she comes. This matter must be cleared up.”

”Then go!” said Thuillier to the porter, in a theatrical tone.

When they were alone, la Peyrade took up a newspaper and appeared to be absorbed in its perusal.

Thuillier, beginning to get uneasy as to the upshot of the affair, regretted that he had not done something the idea of which had come to him just too late.

”Yes, I ought,” he said to himself, ”to have torn up that letter, and not driven him to prove his words.”

Wis.h.i.+ng to do something that might look like retaining la Peyrade in the position of which he had threatened to deprive him, he remarked presently:--

”By the bye, I have just come from the printing-office; the new type has arrived, and I think we might make our first appearance to-morrow.”

La Peyrade did not answer; but he got up and took his paper nearer to the window.

”He is sulky,” thought Thuillier, ”and if he is innocent, he may well be. But, after all, why did he ever bring a man like that Cerizet here?”

Then to hide his embarra.s.sment and the preoccupation of his mind, he sat down before the editor's table, took a sheet of the head-lined paper and made himself write a letter.

Presently la Peyrade returned to the table and sitting down, took another sheet and with the feverish rapidity of a man stirred by some emotion he drove his pen over the paper.

From the corner of his eye, Thuillier tried hard to see what la Peyrade was writing, and noticing that his sentences were separated by numbers placed between brackets, he said:--

”Tiens! are you drawing up a parliamentary law?”

”Yes,” replied la Peyrade, ”the law of the vanquished.”

Soon after this, the porter opened the door and introduced Madame Lambert, whom he had found at home, and who arrived looking rather frightened.

”You are Madame Lambert?” asked Thuillier, magisterially.

”Yes, monsieur,” said the woman, in an anxious voice.

After requesting her to be seated and noticing that the porter was still there as if awaiting further orders he said to the man:--

”That will do; you may go; and don't let any one disturb us.”

The gravity and the lordly tone a.s.sumed by Thuillier only increased Madame Lambert's uneasiness. She came expecting to see only la Peyrade, and she found herself received by an unknown man with a haughty manner, while the barrister, who had merely bowed to her, said not a word; moreover, the scene took place in a newspaper office, and it is a well-known fact that to pious persons especially all that relates to the press is infernal and diabolical.