“And yet she, also, did not come yesterday. Why? Oh! no doubt they have told her all. They have told her how I came to be at Valpinson the night of the crime.”
“You are mistaken, Jacques,” said M. Magloire. “Miss Chandore knows nothing.”
“Is it possible?”
“M. Magloire did not speak in her presence,” added M. Folgat; “and we have bound over M. de Chandore to secrecy. I insisted upon it that you alone had the right to tell the truth to Miss Dionysia.”
“Then how does she explain it to herself that I am not set free?”
“She cannot explain it.”
“Great God! she does not also think I am guilty?”
“If you were to tell her so yourself, she would not believe you.”
“And still she never came here yesterday.”
“She could not. Although they told her nothing, your mother had to be told. The marchioness was literally thunderstruck. She remained for more than an hour unconscious in Miss Dionysia’s arms. When she recovered her consciousness, her first words were for you; but it was then too late to be admitted here.”