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"At last, in a few months," thought Popinot, as he watched du Tillet going towards the Rue des Lombards, where his cabriolet was waiting, "thanks to this extraordinary affair, I shall have my Cesarine. My poor little wife shall not wear herself out any longer. A look from Madame Cesar was enough! What secret is there between her and that brigand? The whole thing is extraordinary."
Had it been only her husband to face, she might have been content to look dusty with travel as she had to Antonino. "How you delight that poor gentleman," observed Hedwig, between pity and admiration. "You would witch an angel." "I am only practicing to enchant my husband, you dull creature!" said Césarine merrily. "He is a great man, and I have been proud of him from the first."
It was with a profound surprise that M. de Tregars discovered that the entente cordiale which he suspected between the mother and daughter did not exist, at least at this moment. Veiling under a jesting tone the strange conjectures which the unexpected discovery aroused within him, "Mlle. Cesarine," he replied, "who is much to be pitied, was telling me all her troubles." She interrupted him.
Cesarine, sitting on a little stool at her mother's feet, touched her father's hand lightly with her hair from time to time, as she gave him a caress into which she strove to put the thoughts which, in such crises, the voice seems to render intrusive.
My friend, tell him it is a matter of life or death, that on no consideration must he or any one talk about Roguin's flight. Tell Cesarine to come down to me, and beg her not to say a word to her mother. We must beware of our best friends, of Pillerault, Ragon, everybody."
It is a matter this time of decent behavior; no theatre morals. She must present herself as the daughter of a brave soldier, killed on the battle-field. Therefore, mind, sober manners, schoolgirl's clothes, virtue of the best quality; that's the watchword. If I need Cesarine, and if she answers my purpose, I will give her fifty thousand francs on my uncle's death.
In those days it was all hand-shaking, and 'Birotteau, take courage; let yourself be killed, like us, for the good cause. Why, we are all comrades in conspiracy." "Very good, put them down," said Constance. "If Monsieur de la Billardiere comes he will want somebody to speak to." "Cesarine, write," said Birotteau.
She allowed him to go in to luncheon alone, wishing to inspect the mysterious casket; but, unluckily, she was interrupted by Hedwig, who rather officiously wanted to dust the room. Not for the first time, Césarine, remembering the wide occult sway claimed by Colonel Von Sendlingen, suspected that the girl was not so much her ally as she wished.
All seemed a vision victim and assassins. And his wife was flying, by the train which had merely stopped to take her up. As every resident is known at these suburban stations, he refrained from an inquiry which would have made him a laughing-stock. Since Césarine had returned, the conflict of duty and passion would be resumed and he felt sure that he had been defeated before.
A place had been found for Césarine as Amelia's maid needless to say, by means of forged testimonials. Through her aid the swindler had succeeded in learning still more of the family ways and habits, and had acquired a knowledge of certain facts which he proceeded forthwith to use against us.
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