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Updated: June 11, 2025
She had rolled a low arm-chair near the bedside, seated herself in it, and her eyes were fixed upon M. de Chalusse. Two or three times she started violently, and once even she said to Madame Leon: "Come come and see!"
But without seeming to notice the girl's surprise, he added: "Where are the remnants of this letter which you and the count picked up in the garden?" "M. de Chalusse placed them in his pocket." "They must be found. Tell the count's valet to look for them." The girl rang; but M. Casimir, who was supposed to be engaged in making preparations for the funeral, was not in the house.
In order to prove yourself a member of the Chalusse family you will begin by disgracing the name and dragging it through the mire." Wilkie had no wish to prolong this discussion. So much talk about an affair, which, in his opinion, at least, was an extremely simple one, seemed to him utterly ridiculous, and irritated him beyond endurance.
This was all true, incredible as it might seem. That very morning, M. de Chalusse had called at the asylum, declared that he was old and childless, a bachelor without any near relatives, and that he wished to adopt a poor orphan. They had given him a list of all the children in the institution, and he had chosen me. 'A mere chance, my dear Marguerite, repeated the superior.
Indeed, he was persuaded he was sure he would, in fact, have sworn that the Count de Chalusse had taken all the precautions natural in childless men, who have no near relatives to inherit their fortune, or who have placed their interest and affections beyond their family circle.
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?"
There was a strange ringing in his ears, and a mist swam before his eyes. At last the bell at the Beaujon Hospital tolled the appointed hour, and roused him from his lethargy. He seemed to hear a voice crying to him in the darkness, "Up! the hour has come!" Trembling, and with tottering limbs, he dragged himself to the little gate opening into the gardens of the Chalusse mansion.
The servants had heard M. Wilkie's parting words; and news of this sort flies about with the rapidity of lightning. That very night, indeed, it was currently reported at the clubs that there would be no more card-playing at the d'Argeles establishment, as that lady was a Chalusse, and consequently the aunt of the beautiful young girl whom M. and Madame de Fondege had taken under their protection.
"You heard Madame Vantrasson's ignoble allegations. It has been said that she was the mistress, not the daughter, of the Count de Chalusse. Who knows what vile accusations you may be forced to meet? And what is your refuge, if doubts should ever assail you? Mademoiselle Marguerite's word! Will this be sufficient? It is now, perhaps; but will it suffice in years to come?
"Did the treasure form a large package?" "Yes, it was large; but it could have been easily concealed under the cloak which M. de Chalusse wore." "Very good! What was the time when he left the house?" "About five o'clock." "When was he brought back?" "At about half-past six." "Where did the cabman pick him up?" "Near the church of Notre Dame de Lorette, so he told me."
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