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Updated: May 17, 2025
Eleven o'clock struck as Zelie Cadelle rushed like a whirlwind into her friend's room. Such had been his haste, that she had given no thought whatever to her dress. She had stuck upon her uncombed hair the first bonnet she had laid her hand upon, and thrown an old shawl over the wrapper in which she had received Marius in the afternoon. "What, my poor Lucienne!" she exclaimed.
Zelie Cadelle must belong, not to be surprised at this frank declaration. "And yet," he said, "you are indebted to him for the princely magnificence that surrounds you here." "Of course." "He being gone, as you say, will you be able to keep up your style of living?" Half raising herself from her seat, "I haven't the slightest idea of doing so," she exclaimed.
You will take a closed carriage, and you'll go and wait in the Rue St. Lazare, opposite No. 25. It may be that Mlle. Gilberte's assistance will become indispensable to me. And, as Lucienne must not be left alone, you will request Mme. Fortin to go and stay with her." And, without waiting for an answer, "Let us go," he said to Mme. Cadelle.
I, because the fact of my being a commissary would frighten Mme. Cadelle; you because, being Vincent Favoral's son, your presence would certainly prove embarrassing to her." And so they went out; but M. de Tregars did not remain long alone with Mlle. Lucienne. M. Fortin had had the delicacy not to tarry on the way.
Upon the mantlepiece, in a small velvet frame, was Vincent Favoral's portrait. M. de Tregars had been seated for a few minutes, and was collecting his somewhat scattered thoughts, when a slight grating sound, and a rustling noise, made him turn around. Mme. Zelie Cadelle was coming in. She was a woman of some twenty-five or six, rather tall, lithe, and well made.
Zelie Cadelle; how he should speak to her, and what cords he might yet cause to vibrate within her.
He followed her, therefore, to the baker's and the butcher's; and when she had done her marketing, he entered with her the house of modest appearance where she had her apartment. They were already going up stairs, when the porter ran out of his lodge. "Madame!" he said, "madame!" Mme. Cadelle stopped. "What is the matter?" "A letter for you." "For me?" "Here it is.
But excuse me: here is a customer I must wait upon." Having walked out into the street, "We must separate now," declared M. de Tregars to Maxence. "What! You wish to " "Go and wait for me in that cafe yonder, at the corner of the street. I must see that Zelie Cadelle and speak to her."
How is it, then, that latterly his conduct has been so extraordinary and so absurd? But you will doubtless say it was always such. In that case, I answer you, No; for then his secret could not have been kept for a year. We hear that other women lived in that house before Mme. Zelie Cadelle. But who were they? What has become of them? Is there any certainty that they have ever existed?
The husband was already looking over his blotter. "April 26, 1872," he said. "26, here it is: 'Two leather trunks, patent safety-locks: Mme. Zelie Cadelle, 49 Rue du Cirque." Without too much affectation, M. de Tregars had drawn near to the shopkeeper, and was looking over his shoulder. "What is that," he asked, "written there, below the address?"
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