At these words Stephane's lips contracted slightly, as if about to smile; but the smile was arrested on its way.
"My little story amuses you, apparently," pursued the Count, raising his head.
"It is the incredible folly of Fritz which diverts me," answered
Stephane.
"His folly seems to me less than his insolence," replied the Count; "but without discussing words, I am delighted to see that you disavow his conduct. I ought not to conceal from you the fact, that this scoundrel wished to make me believe that he acted upon your orders, and I was resolved to punish you severely. I see now that he has lied, and it remains for me but to dismiss him in disgrace." Gilbert trembled lest Stephane's veracity should succumb under this temptation; the young man hesitated but an instant.
"I am the guilty one," answered he in a firm voice, "and it is I who should be punished."
"What," said M. Leminof, "was it then my son, who, availing himself of the only resources of his mind, conceived this truly happy idea. The invention was admirable, it does honor to your genius. But if Fritz has been but the instrument to carry out your sublime conceptions, why do you laugh at his stupidity?"
"Oh, poor soul!" replied Stephane, with animation, "oh! the donkey, how he spoiled my idea! I didn't order him to call M. Saville his comrade, but to treat him as a comrade, which is a different thing. Unfortunately I had not time to give him minute instructions, and he misunderstood me, but he did what he could conscientiously to earn his fee. The poor fellow must be pardoned. I am the only guilty one, I repeat it. I am the one to be punished."
"And might we know, sir," said the Count, "what your intention was in causing M. Saville to be insulted by a servant?"
"I wished to humiliate him, to disgust him, and to force him to leave this house."
"And your motive?"