Part 6 (2/2)
It was horrible Yet God would see the righteousness of that anger And in no case--be ht--could that one sin outweigh the loving good that Philippe had ever practised, the noble purity of his great heart God after all, reflected Andre-Louis, was not a grand-seigneur
CHAPTER V THE LORD OF GAVRILLAC
For the second ti briskly, and heeding not at all the curious eyes that followed his thatby noith that day's event in which he had been an actor
He was ushered by Benoit, the elderly body-servant, rather grandiloquently called the seneschal, into the ground-floor room known traditionally as the library It still contained several shelves of neglected volumes, from which it derived its title, but i-bags, sheath-knives--obtruded far more prominently than those of study The furniture was e Great massive oak bea
Here the squat Seigneur de Gavrillac was restlessly pacing when Andre-Louis was introduced He was already informed, as he announced at once, of what had taken place at the Breton arme M de Chabrillane had just left hirieved and deeply perplexed
”The pity of it!” he said ”The pity of it!” He bowed his enor man, and so full of promise Ah, this La Tour d'Azyr is a hard ly in these ht I don't know I have never killed adifferent views from mine In fact, I have never killed a man at all
It isn't in hts if I did But men are differently made”
”The question, monsieur my Godfather,” said Andre-Louis, ”is what is to be done” He was quite calm and self-possessed, but very white
M de Kercadiou stared at him blankly out of his pale eyes
”Why, what the devil is there to do? From what I am told, Vilmorin went so far as to strike M le Marquis”
”Under the very grossest provocation”
”Which he hie The poor lad's head was full of this encyclopaedist trash It co I have never setbut trouble to co It unsettles a man
It complicates his views of life, destroys the simplicity which makes for peace ofto you, Andre You are, yourself, too prone to these new-fashi+oned speculations upon a different constitution of the social order You see what co ets hi; and goes and gets himself killed like this It is infernally sad On my soul it is sad” He produced a handkerchief, and blew his nose with vehe of his heart, a lessening of the hopes, never too sanguine, which he had founded upon his Godfather
”Your criticisms,” he said, ”are all for the conduct of the dead, and none for that of the murderer It does not seem possible that you should be in sympathy with such a crime”
”Crime?” shrilled M de Kercadiou ”My God, boy, you are speaking of M
de La Tour d'Azyr”
”I am, and of the abominable murder he has committed”
”Stop!” M de Kercadiou was very emphatic ”I cannot permit that you apply such terms to him I cannot permit it M le Marquis is my friend, and is likely very soon to stand in a still closer relationshi+p”
”Notwithstanding this?” asked Andre-Louis
M de Kercadiou was frankly impatient
”Why, what has this to do with it? I ht to condeentlemen”
”You really believe that?”
”What the devil do you i that I don't believe? You begin to 's laell as God's”