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"To be at the castle the same time as you," added the young lady. "And I shall keep my promise. Forward, Almanser!" The horse flew along like an arrow, and Madame Ursula, sighing, got into the carriage, which started off in the same direction. "Who is the handsome lady?" asked Bobichel. "The richest heiress in Alsace and Lorraine, Mademoiselle de Salves," was the answer.
"Doctor Albaret, as I was informed." "Then rely on me, countess," cried the athlete, rushing away; "either I rescue Fanfaro or else I die with him." Bobichel unfortunately had not said too much. The fact that Fanfaro had dropped dead so suddenly had caused great excitement in the scientific world, and Dr. Albaret, the king's private physician, was the first to propose the autopsy.
"The villain!" muttered Fanfaro to himself. Bobichel was still holding Rolla by the arm. His gaze, roving about the room, had espied a note on the table. Rolla saw it, too, but before she could take it the clown had called Fanfaro's attention to it. "You have swindled me," the young man read; "you have helped her to escape, confound you!"
I do not wish him to be compromised, either, and when they question him they will find that he really knows nothing. You, Bobichel, bring out the horses the saddles are in the wagon. Go, and make haste!" Gudel here stopped short. "My wife!" he said. "But, master, it is she who has betrayed you!" cried Bobichel. "It is she who has saved us!" Gudel replied. "Yes, but without meaning to do so."
There are, indeed, people about us," and the frog drew up his legs and jumped at least a foot "this Robeccal will play us a trick some fine day, and your father's wife well! we will see, we will see. But here they come, and I am sure they have been plotting together." "Come, Bobichel, do not let us wait until they overtake us," cried Caillette. "Do you think I shall run away?
"But what am I to do with him?" asked Bobichel, pointing to Robeccal, "Ah! I have it." He seized a rope and bound Robeccal firmly, and then bundled him into a closet, which he locked and put the key into his pocket. They drove La Roulante out of the house, and locked that door also, and then hurried back to the city. La Roulante when she was thus left hesitated a moment.
I am glad she has gone. The truth is, these people are putting on airs, and I don't like it." Robeccal was no fool, and these words inspired him with suspicion. "Does he want me to talk?" he said to himself. And he was right in this idea. "And as for Fanfar!" continued Bobichel, now standing on his feet. "And what of him? You are as intimate as possible with Fanfar?"
Now let me give you my answer; I will come this evening!" "I thought so," replied Fanfaro simply. When the young lady and her governess left the booth and wended their way along the country road, the peasants respectfully made way for them and even Bobichel paused in his tricks.
Death had released her from her sufferings after she had been permitted to enjoy the last, and, to her, highest earthly joy. Here Fanfaro's story ended. Girdel knew something to add to it after Fanfaro had closed. He and Bobichel had succeeded in overtaking the funeral cortege which the marquis and Pierre Labarre conducted to the family vault.
To his surprise Fanfaro met him as he entered, and told him that as he could not work he thought he would take a walk. Bobichel immediately declared that he would accompany him. It was in this way that they had rescued Anselmo and the old woman. Fanfaro very soon found out that the old lady was crazy.
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