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"You are mistaken, Lia," he replied. "M. Fortunat has had no hand in this." "Then who could have betrayed my secret?" "Why, your former ally, the rascal for whose sake you allowed Pascal Ferailleur to be sacrificed the Viscount de Coralth!" The bare supposition of such treachery on the viscount's part brought a flush of indignant anger to Madame d'Argeles's cheek.
He had a vague impression, however, that he had sat down for some time on a bench in the Champs-Elysees, that he had felt extremely cold, and that he had been accosted by a policeman, who threatened him with arrest if he did not move on. The last thing he could clearly recollect was rushing from Madame d'Argeles's house in the Rue de Berry.
It was the same expression that M. de Coralth had employed; and which had, perhaps, prevented Pascal from yielding to Madame d'Argeles's entreaties. Everybody applauded the sentiment everybody, the baron excepted.
The table itself was adorned with a rich tapestry cover, but this was visible only at the corners, for it was covered, in turn, with a green baize cloth considerably the worse for wear. Madame d'Argeles's guests were probably not over fifty in number, but they all seemed to belong to the very best society.
M. de Chalusse had other, and more powerful reasons even than his hatred for wishing to deprive you of your share of his property. He had sworn that he would give a princely fortune to his beloved daughter." For the first time, Madame d'Argeles's features assumed an expression of surprise. "What, my brother had a child?"
What possible connection could there be between opulent Baron Trigault and the poor devil who went to seek his fortune in America? What imaginable connection could there be between the confirmed gambler, who was Kami-Bey's companion, Lia d'Argeles's friend, and the husband who for ten long years had pursued the man who, by seducing his wife, had robbed him of all the happiness of life?
You may renounce your claim, but I shall not renounce mine. I am your son, and I shall claim the property." "Even if I entreated you on my knees not to do so?" "Yes." Madame d'Argeles's eyes flashed. "Very well. I will show you that this estate can never be yours. By what right will you lay claim to it? Because you are my son? But I will deny that you are.
A feverish agitation had now succeeded Madame d'Argeles's torpor; there was an expression of scorn and anger on her rigid features, and her eyes, usually so dull and lifeless, fairly blazed. "It is not folly," she exclaimed, "but vengeance!" And as the astonished baron opened his lips to question her: "Let me finish," she said imperiously, "and then you shall judge me.
'The devil! I said to myself again; 'if this young man is innocent, the culprit must be one of the habitues of Madame d'Argeles's house that is to say, a man with whom I play twice a week, and whom I shall play with again next Monday. And then I became uneasy, and here I am!" Was the absurd reason which the baron gave for his visit the true one? It was difficult to decide.
Having discovered Madame Lia d'Argeles's secret, the viscount watched Wilkie, ascertained where he spent his evenings, contrived a way of introducing himself into his society, and on their third meeting was skilful enough to render him a service in other words, to lend him some money.
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