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Updated: June 27, 2025
Unless something unforeseen should occur, Raoul knew that he would find Mme. Fauvel alone at half-past eight o'clock. "I will ask M. Fauvel this very day," said Clameran, "to have my money on hand for Tuesday." "That is a very short notice, uncle," objected Raoul. "You know there are certain forms to be gone through, and he can claim a longer time wherein to pay it over."
And that Marquis de Clameran must needs doubt my good faith in keeping my engagement to pay his money!" Then, without noticing the effect of his story upon the two women, he proceeded to relate all that had occurred downstairs.
The violent altercation witnessed by Clameran's new valet, Joseph Dubois, had been caused by the exaction of this promise. The accomplices were at that time on very bad terms. Clameran was seeking a safe means of getting rid of Raoul; and the young scamp, having a presentiment of his uncle's intentions, was determined to outwit him.
It was difficult, however, to choose a profession; and Clameran thought it prudent to wait awhile, and study the bent of the young man's mind. In the meanwhile it was decided that Mme. Fauvel should place funds at Clameran's disposal for Raoul's support. Regarding Gaston's brother in the light of a father to her child, Mme. Fauvel soon found him indispensable.
Were Raoul and Clameran at the ball?" But M. Verduret was not in the habit of discussing private affairs where he might be overheard. "First of all, let us go into your room, and get some water to wash this cut, which burns like fire." "Heavens! Are you wounded?" "Yes, it is a little souvenir of your friend Raoul. Ah, I will soon teach him the danger of chopping up a man's arm!"
Gaston had made a fortune in Mexico; but being still a young man, and accustomed to a very active life, he purchased, near Orloron, an iron-mill, intending to spend the remainder of his life in working at it. Six months ago he died in the arms of his brother Louis. His death provided our De Clameran an immense fortune, and the title of marquis."
Fauvel, who trembled at the rising anger of the man who held her fate in his hands, "Madeleine, be careful!" "Mademoiselle is pitiless," said Clameran sadly; "she cruelly punishes an honorable man whose only fault is having obeyed his brother's dying injunctions. And I am here now, because I believe in the joint responsibility of all the members of a family."
"I can innocently walk out of the front door, and loaf along the street until I reach the Hotel du Louvre." "And then?" "Dame! Clameran will come in and question Mme. Alexandre, whom you can instruct beforehand; and she is smart enough to put any sharper off the track."
She counted the hours until two o'clock. After that, she counted the minutes. At half-past two the servant announced: "M. the Marquis of Clameran." Mme. Fauvel had promised herself to be calm, even cold. During a long, sleepless night, she had mentally arranged beforehand every detail of this painful meeting. She had even decided upon what she should say.
"Moreover, I would, before signing the marriage contract of Mlle. Madeleine, inquire at the Prefecture of Police, and obtain some information concerning the noble Marquis de Clameran. Prosper hastened off to post his letter. Fearing that it would not reach M. Fauvel in time, he walked up to the Rue Cardinal Lemoine, and put it in the main letter-box, so as to be certain of its speedy delivery.
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