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And now, Monsieur, I think I have told you all I can tell you of our relations to M. Brenart. David bowed and took his leave. He made his way through the great shop with its picture-covered walls and its floors dotted with stands on which lay exposed the new etchings and engravings of the season. In front of him a lady in black was also making her way to the door and the street.
'Stop! said the lawyer, after a moment's thought; 'I remember this detail my agent told me that M. Brenart was engaged in some work for "D et Cie" he named a great picture-dealing firm on the Boulevard St. Germain, famous for their illustrated books and editions de luxe. 'He did not hear what it was, but ah!
David dressed and descended. 'Who was that fair-haired gentleman in the first sledge? he casually asked of the landlord who was bringing some smoking hot coffee into the salle a manger. 'That was a M. Brenart, monsieur, said the landlord, cheerfully, absorbed all the while in the laying of his table. 'C'est un drole de corps, M. Brenart.
David went off at once. The good priest was deeply touched and overcome by the story, but not astonished. He first told David of the existence of Brenart, and search was instantly made for the artist. He, too, was missing, but the police, whose cordial assistance David, by the help of Lord Driffield's important friends in Paris, was able to secure, were confident of immediate discovery.
On the following morning she fled to the wretched house on the outskirts of Paris where Dora had found her. She went thither to escape from her husband; to avoid the landlord's pursuit; to cut herself adrift from the clergy of Ste. Eulalie, and to concert with Brenart a new plan of life.
As constantly happens, we have been pursuing inquiries in all sorts of difficult and remote quarters, and she is here at our doors, living for some weeks past, at any rate, without any disguise, at Barbizon, of all places in the world! Barbizon pres Fontainebleau. You know it? David sat down. 'Yes, he said, after an instant. 'I know it. Is he is that man Brenart there? 'Certainly.
He spoke with the freedom and knowledge of one who had observed Louie Montjoie with some closeness for eleven years. David said nothing in answer; but at the door he turned to ask a question. 'You can't tell me anything of the habits of this man this Brenart?
But Brenart failed to meet her there, and, a very few days after the flight, Cecile, already worn to a shadow, sickened with diphtheria. Either the seeds were already in her when they left Paris, or she was poisoned by the half-finished drainage and general insanitary state of the quarter to which they had removed. From the moment the child took to her bed, Louie fell into the blackest despair.
In the first year of his passion, Brenart came into a small inheritance, much of which he spent on jewellery and other presents for his idol. She accepted them without scruple, and his hopes naturally rose high.
I have an idea: take my card and your own to this person he wrote out an address 'he is one of the junior partners in "D et Cie"; I know him, and I got his firm the sale of a famous picture. He will do me a good turn. Ask him what the work is that M. Brenart is doing, and when he expects him next in Paris. It is possible you may get some useful information.
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