The commonwealth attorney rang again; the door opened, and Jacques came in, his face full of amazement and wonder.
“That is the man!” cried the servant.
“May I know?” asked the unfortunate man.
“Not yet!” replied M. Daubigeon. “Go back, and be of good hope!”
But Jacques remained standing where he was, like a man who has suddenly been overcome, looking all around with amazed eyes, and evidently unable to comprehend.
How could he have comprehended what was going on?
They had taken him out of his cell without warning; they had carried him to the court-house; and here he was confronted with Trumence, whom he thought he should never see again, and with the servant of the Countess Claudieuse.
M. Galpin looked the picture of consternation; and M. Daubigeon, radiant with delight, bade him be of good hope.
Hopeful of what? How? To what purpose?
And Mechinet made him all kinds of signs.