Albert had received the revelation with a
certain distrust, it is true, but with a noble firmness at the same
time, and, like a brave heart, was ready to bow before the justification
of right.
In fact, he drew an almost enthusiastic portrait of this rival, who
had not been spoiled by prosperity, who had left him without a look of
hatred, towards whom he felt himself drawn, and who after all was his
brother.
M. Daburon listened to Noel with the most unremitting attention, without
allowing a word, a movement, or a frown, to betray his feelings.
"How, sir," observed the magistrate when the young man ceased speaking,
"could you have told me that, in your opinion, no one was interested in
Widow Lerouge's death?"
The advocate made no reply.
"It seems to me," continued M. Daburon, "that the Viscount de Commarin's
position has thereby become almost impregnable. Madame Gerdy is insane;
the count will deny all; your letters prove nothing. It is evident that
the crime is of the greatest service to this young man, and that it was
committed at a singularly favourable moment."
"Oh sir!" cried Noel, protesting with all his energy, "this insinuation
is dreadful.
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