Chesnel grew cool and composed as he opened the door of the brightly lighted drawing-room, where du Croisier was striding up and down. For a moment the two men scanned each other, with hatred and enmity, twenty years’ deep, in their eyes. One of the two had his foot on the heart of the house of d’Esgrignon; the other, with a lion’s strength, came forward to pluck it away.
“Your humble servant, sir,” said Chesnel. “Have you made the charge?”
“Yes, sir.”
“When was it made?”
“Yesterday.”
“Have any steps been taken since the warrant of arrest was issued?”
“I believe so.”
“I have come to treat with you.”
“Justice must take its course, nothing can stop it, the arrest has been made.”
“Never mind that, I am at your orders, at your feet.” The old man knelt before du Croisier, and stretched out his hands entreatingly.