"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know why----" This was an allusion to the members of the First Court of Appeal of 1830; the Legitimists had almost all withdrawn.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 house joins on to yours." "But he is not a native of the Comte," said Monsieur de Watteville. "So little is he a native of any place, that no one knows where he