“Well, what else?”
“I went to hand M. Gransiere the letter which you gave me for him”--
“What did he say?”
“I found him in consultation with the president, M. Domini. He took the
letter, glanced at it rapidly, and told me in his most icy tone, ‘Very
well!’ To tell the truth, I thought, that, in spite of his stiff and
grand air, he was in reality furious.”
The magistrate looked utterly in despair.
“I can’t stand it,” he said sighing. “These men whose veins have no
blood in them, but poison, never forgive.”
“Day before yesterday you thought very highly of him.”
“Day before yesterday he did not look upon me as the cause of a great
misfortune for him.”