“Poor man!”
“Oh, yes, poor man indeed!” repeated Jacques. “Why did I not follow my
first inspiration last night when I found myself on the high-road. I
should have gone on to Boiscoran, I should have gone up stairs to my
room, and there I should have blown out my brains. I should then suffer
no more.”
Was he once more giving himself up to that fatal idea of suicide?
“And your parents,” said M. Folgat.
“My parents! And do you think they will survive my condemnation?”
“And Miss Chandore?”