"You now know all the
particulars, and it is for you to act accordingly. I suggest no plan;
I have no ideas at all as to that; besides, everything will depend on
local circumstances. You have to deal with a strong force; that fellow
is very astute. The way he attempted to get back the pictures your
uncle had given to Joseph, the audacity with which he laid a crime on
your poor brother's shoulders, all go to prove that the adversary is
capable of everything. Therefore, be prudent; and try to behave
properly out of policy, if you can't do so out of decency. Without
telling Joseph, whose artist's pride would be up in arms, I have sent
the pictures to Monsieur Hochon, telling him to give them up to no one
but you. By the way, Maxence Gilet is a brave man."
"So much the better," said Philippe; "I count on his courage for
success; a coward would leave Issoudun."
"Well,--think of your mother who has been so devoted to you, and of
your brother, whom you made your milch cow."
"Ah! did he tell you that nonsense?" cried Philippe.
"Am I not the friend of the family, and don't I know much more about
you than they do?" asked Desroches.
"What do you know?" said Philippe.
"That you betrayed your comrades."
"I!" exclaimed Philippe. "I! a staff-officer of the Emperor! Absurd!
Why, we fooled the Chamber of Peers, the lawyers, the government, and
the whole of the damned concern. The king's people were completely
hood-winked."
"That's all very well, if it was so," answered the lawyer.
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