I am
an advocate, sir, and I wish to defend him. I have been told that I
have some talent; in such a cause I must have. Yes, however strong the
charges against him may be, I will overthrow them. I will dispel all
doubts. The truth shall burst forth at the sound of my voice. I will
find new accents to imbue the judges with my own conviction. I will save
him, and this shall be my last cause."
"And if he should confess," said the count, "if he has already
confessed?"
"Then, sir," replied Noel with a dark look, "I will render him the last
service, which in such a misfortune I should ask of a brother, I will
procure him the means of avoiding judgment."
"That is well spoken, sir," said the count, "very well, my son!"
And he held out his hand to Noel, who pressed it, bowing a respectful
acknowledgment. The advocate took a long breath. At last he had found
the way to this haughty noble's heart; he had conquered, he had pleased
him.
"Let us return to yourself, sir," continued the count. "I yield to the
reasons which you have suggested. All shall be done as you desire. But
do not consider this a precedent. I never change my plans, even though
they are proved to be bad, and contrary to my interests.
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