ouse.

At a ceremonial dinner given in honor of I know not whose wedding,
at the beginning of September 1834, when the women were standing in
a circle round the drawing-room fire, and the men in groups by the
windows, every one exclaimed with pleasure at the entrance of Monsieur
l'Abbe de Grancey, who was announced.

"Well, and the lawsuit?" they all cried.

"Won!" replied the Vicar-General. "The verdict of the Court, from which
we had no hope, you know why----"

This was an allusion to the members of the First Court of Appeal of
1830; the Legitimists had almost all withdrawn.

"The verdict is in our favor on every point, and reverses the decision
of the Lower Court."

"Everybody thought you were done for."

"And we should have been, but for me. I told our advocate to be off to
Paris, and at the crucial moment I was able to secure a new pleader, to
whom we owe our victory, a wonderful man--"

"At Besancon?" said Monsieur de Watteville, guilelessly.

"At Besancon," replied the Abbe de Grancey.

"Oh yes, Savaron," said a handsome young man sitting near the Baroness,
and named de Soulas.

"He spent five or six nights over it; he devoured documents and briefs;
he had seven or eight interviews of several hours with me," continued
Monsieur de Grancey, who had just reappeared at the Hotel de Rupt for
the first time in three weeks. "In short, Monsieur Savaron has just
completely beaten the celebrated lawyer whom our adversaries had sent
for from Paris. This young man is wonderful, the bigwigs say. Thus
the chapter is twice victorious; it has triumphed in law and also
in politics, since it has vanquished Liberalism in the person of the
Counsel of our Municipality.--'Our adversaries,' so our advocate
said, 'must not expect to find readiness on all sides to ruin the
Archbishoprics.'--The President was obliged to enforce silence. All the
townsfolk of Besancon applauded. Thus the possession of the buildings of
the old convent remains with the Chapter of the Cathedral of Besancon.
Monsieur Savaron, however, invited his Parisian opponent to dine with
him as they came out of court. He accepted, saying, 'Honor to every
conqueror,' and complimented him on his success without bitterness."

"And where did you unearth this lawyer?" said Madame de Watteville. "I
never heard his name before."

"Why, you can see his windows from hence," replied the Vicar-General.
"Monsieur Savaron lives in the Rue du Perron; the garden of his h