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Zelie Cadelle, and servants like those who were now talking within a step of Maxence and Marius de Tregars. The latter had resumed their conversation; and the oldest one, the coachman with the red nose, was saying to his younger comrade, "This Vincent affair must be a lesson to you.
"Trust to me," she said with a smile of perfect security. The former cashier of the Mutual Credit made a terrible gesture; but, checking himself at once, he seized one of the baroness's hands. She withdrew it quickly, however, and, in an accent of insurmountable disgust, "Enough, enough!" she said. In the adjoining closet Marius de Tregars could feel Mme. Zelie Cadelle shuddering by his side.
Little Zelie, here present, has only to apply to any dressmaker, and she'll be glad to give her four francs a day to run the machine. And she'll be free, at least; and she can laugh and dance as much as she likes." M. de Tregars had made a mistake: he had just discovered it. Mme. Zelie Cadelle was certainly not particularly virtuous; but she was far from being the woman he expected to meet.
"That you should open the door, first," uttered M. de Tregars, with such a look and such an accent, that the other obeyed at once. "And now," he added, "go and announce me to Mme. Zelie Cadelle." "Madame is out," replied the valet. And noticing that M. de Tregars shrugged his shoulders, "Upon my word," he said, "she has gone to the bois with one of her friends.
"In his own natural person, and who was walking, walking. I quietly begin to walk slower; and, as soon as we come to a place where there was hardly any one, he comes up alongside of me." Something comical must have happened at this moment, which Mme. Zelie Cadelle said nothing about; for she was laughing most heartily, a frank and sonorous laughter.
I'll go ahead, and draw out old Vincent into the parlor and at the right moment, v'lan! you appear." It was after all, quite reasonable. "Agreed!" said Marius. "Then," she said, "every thing will go on right. The entrance of the closet with the glass doors is on the right as you go in. Come along now, and walk easy." And she opened the door. The apartment was exactly as described by Mme. Cadelle.
"Now it is indeed all over, and it is useless to continue our search. My father is certainly guilty." But M. de Tregars was not the man thus to give up the game. "Guilty? Yes," he said, "but dupe also." "Whose dupe?" "That's what we'll find out, you may depend upon it." "What! after what we have just heard?" "I have more hope than ever." "Did you learn any thing from Mme. Zelie Cadelle, then?"
"Stop!" she interrupted, "stop these demonstrations as useless as ridiculous." This time he did start up, as if lashed with a whip and, double locking the door which communicated with the ante-chamber, he put the key in his pocket; and, with a step as stiff and mechanical as that of an automaton, he disappeared in the sleeping-room. "He is going for a weapon," whispered Mme. Cadelle.
"Poor fellow!" murmured Marius, "I know where your father is. What are we going to learn now?" He had scarcely had time to communicate the information he had received from Mme. Cadelle, when the first of the commissary's emissaries made his appearance. "The commission is done," he said, in that confident tone of a man who thinks he has successfully accomplished a difficult task.
Zelie Cadelle, redder than a peony, was trying to induce him to let her pass, treating him at the same time to some of the choicest epithets of her well-stocked repertory. Catching sight of Marius, "Is it you," she cried, "who gave orders to keep me here against my wishes? By what right? Am I your prisoner?" To irritate her would have been imprudent.
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