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This will prove my great confidence in you." Whereupon, he acquainted Chupin with everything he knew concerning the history of M. de Chalusse, the Marquis de Valorsay, and Mademoiselle Marguerite. However, if he expected these disclosures to elevate him in his subordinate's estimation he was greatly mistaken.
This rake of the barrieres was Polyte Chupin. And yet despite his unprepossessing aspect there was no mistaking the fact that this unfortunate woman loved him had always loved him; besides, he was her husband.
"Go on, then." And raising the portiere he pushed Chupin into room No. 6. It was a small, square apartment, with a very low ceiling. The temperature was like that of a furnace, and the glare of the gaslights almost blinded one. The supper was over, but the table had not yet been cleared, and plates full of leavings showed that the guests had fairly exhausted their appetites.
"So I will, at once," replied Chupin. And, imitating the whistle of a locomotive with wonderful perfection, he darted away at a pace which augured a speedy return. However, when he was some twenty yards from the house he stopped short, glanced around him, and espying a dark corner slipped into it.
Chupin hesitated, reflected for a moment, and then began to scratch his head furiously, as he was in the habit of doing whenever his memory failed him and he wished to recall it to duty. "I'm not sure whether the number is eighteen or forty-six," he said, at last; "that is " "Never mind," interrupted M. Fortunat. "If I sent you to the house could you find it?"
From morning until night the mother and son toiled on, until the earth around their hut had been explored to the depth of six feet. A word dropped by a peasant one day put an end to these researches. "Really, my boy," he said, addressing young Chupin, "I did not suppose you were such a fool as to persist in hunting birds' nests after the birds have flown.
His general expression was shrewd, and at the same time impudent, and surprising audacity gleamed in his eyes. "What do you want?" asked M. Casimir. The young fellow bowed humbly, and replied, "Ah, don't you recognize me, monsieur? I'm Toto excuse me Victor Chupin, employed by M. Isidore Fortunat." "Oh, yes. I recollect."
Perhaps he had met his father, Polyte Chupin, the man whom she still loved in spite of everything, because he was her husband, but whom she judged, and whom indeed she knew, to be capable of any crime. And of all misfortunes, it was an accident, even a fatal accident, that she dreaded least.
They were told that the government was about to betray their interests; that a decree was in process of preparation which would render their title-deeds worthless. They could see no hope of salvation, except through the duke's generosity that generosity which Chupin painted with the glowing colors of the rainbow.
Blanche fell into a revery so deep and so prolonged that Chupin at last became impatient. He ventured to touch her upon the arm, and, in a wily voice, he said: "Well, what shall we decide?" Blanche shuddered like a wounded man on hearing the terrible click of the surgeon's instruments. "My mind is not yet made up," she replied. "I must reflect I will see."
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