The Trial.

           Ateighto’clockinthemorningAlberthadarrivedatBeauchamp’sdoor.Thevaletdechambrehadreceivedorderstousherhiminatonce.Beauchampwasinhisbath."HereIam,"saidAlbert.

           "Well,mypoorfriend,"repliedBeauchamp,"Iexpectedyou."

           "IneednotsayIthinkyouaretoofaithfulandtookindtohavespokenofthatpainfulcircumstance.Yourhavingsentformeisanotherproofofyouraffection.So,withoutlosingtime,tellme,haveyoutheslightestideawhencethisterribleblowproceeds?"

           "IthinkIhavesomeclew."

           "Butfirsttellmealltheparticularsofthisshamefulplot."Beauchampproceededtorelatetotheyoungman,whowasoverwhelmedwithshameandgrief,thefollowingfacts.Twodayspreviously,thearticlehadappearedinanotherpaperbesidestheImpartial,and,whatwasmoreserious,onethatwaswellknownasagovernmentpaper.Beauchampwasbreakfastingwhenhereadtheparagraph.Hesentimmediatelyforacabriolet,andhastenedtothepublisher’soffice.Althoughprofessingdiametricallyoppositeprinciplesfromthoseoftheeditoroftheotherpaper,Beauchampasitsometimes,wemaysayoften,happenswashisintimatefriend.Theeditorwasreading,withapparentdelight,aleadingarticleinthesamepaperonbeet-sugar,probablyacompositionofhisown.

           "Ah,pardieu,"saidBeauchamp,"withthepaperinyourhand,myfriend,Ineednottellyouthecauseofmyvisit.

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