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He will want his champagne dry and his brandy very old. Is it not so, my friend? Now I will give you into charge of monsieur le proprietaire here. He shall show you where you can drink a little aperitif, if you will. He shall show you, too, where to find me presently." A trim maid came hurrying up and took possession of Madame Christophor.
Do you know that this man," she added, pointing to Falkenberg, "has admitted it? Would you dare to send him out to be butchered in the streets?" "The young lady exaggerates," Falkenberg protested. "This is a perfectly respectable neighborhood. What possible harm can come to an English gentleman? Besides, I have offered him, if he will, the protection of my car." Madame Christophor sighed.
I have not the honor of the acquaintance of Madame Christophor. You have followed the wrong person." The man hesitated. He seemed perplexed. "But, monsieur," he persisted, "madame pointed you out herself. It was only because of a block in the roadway that we were not able to catch you up before. We have, indeed, never lost sight of you." Julien shook his head.
He heard the voice of the man who had been with Foster, giving the orders. "Listen!" There was no need for him to have spoken. Curiously enough, Madame Christophor seemed also to have recognized the voice. Her hand fell upon Julien's. He looked at her in surprise. Her cheeks were blanched, her eyes blazing. "You hear that voice?" she whispered. Julien nodded.
"You have the air of wanting something," she remarked. "Is there anything that displeases you?" "Displeases me! If you knew how strange that sounded!" he exclaimed. "I do not think that any one ever lived with such luxury, or was treated with so much kindness, as I during the last few days. You make every second perfect." Madame Christophor sighed.
You very nearly married a duke's daughter and became a middle-class politician. Don't do it. Don't think of it any more, Julien. You were meant for the great places, and I think I think that I was meant to hold the torch to light you there!" "Madame Christophor!" She started at his tone.
Madame la Princesse my wife, whom you have known as Madame Christophor finds it impossible, against my wishes, to offer you any longer the shelter of her roof. I am here to escort you, if you will, to your new quarters to follow you, if I cannot reconcile you to my company." Julien was startled, Lady Anne incredulous.
"Madame," Falkenberg declared, "to secure the death of that man I would have destroyed a whole quarter of Paris and every person in it." Madame Christophor shivered. "Thorough, as usual, my dear Prince," she murmured. "Nevertheless, I find such statements loathsome. We should have outlived the days of barbarity. I do not understand men who deal in such fashion with their enemies."
Madame Christophor she had another name, but there were few occasions on which she cared to use it was driven back to Paris, in accordance with her murmured word of instruction, at a pace which took little heed of police regulations or even of safety.
"You have discovered his present whereabouts?" his master demanded. Estermen hesitated. He feared that this was another blow which he was about to deal. "He is at the house of Madame Christophor in the Rue de St. Paul," he faltered. His news, however, did not discompose Prince Falkenberg. On the contrary, he seemed, if anything, to find the intelligence agreeable.
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