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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Dead! Poisoned!" said he to himself. "Ah! here is the doctor!" he exclaimed, hearing the sound of wheels. Contenson, who came with his mulatto disguise removed, stood like a bronze statue as he heard Lydie say: "Then you do not forgive me, father? But it was not my fault!" She did not understand that her father was dead. "Oh, how he stares at me!" cried the poor crazy girl.
Contenson, who saw everything and never was surprised at anything, scornfully wiped his lips with a bandana, in which there were but three darns, took his change, slipped all the coppers into his side pocket, of which the lining, once white, was now as black as the cloth of the trousers, and did not leave one for the waiter.
Louchard went away with Contenson; but on the boulevard Asie, who was looking out for him, stopped Louchard. "The bailiff and the creditor are there in a cab," said she. "They are thirsty, and there is money going." While Louchard counted out the cash, Contenson studied the customers. He recognized Carlos by his eyes, and traced the form of his forehead under the wig.
He is a good fellow, the king of good fellows, and a man who has undergone much persecution, and for having saving his country too! like me, like all who helped to save it." "Vell den, write and name de happy day," said the Baron, smiling at his humble jest. "And Monsieur le Baron will allow me to drink his health?" said Contenson, with a manner at once cringing and threatening.
However, to give some notion of this medley of effect, it may be added that any man of intelligence would have felt, only on seeing Contenson, that if instead of being a spy he had been a thief, all these odds and ends, instead of raising a smile, would have made one shudder with horror.
Why, you took in Peyrade; he believed you to be a police officer he! I tell you what, if you had not that fool of a boy to take care of, you would have thrashed us." "Oh! monsieur, but you are forgetting Contenson disguised as a mulatto, and Peyrade as an Englishman. Actors have the stage to help them, but to be so perfect by daylight, and at all hours, no one but you and your men "
"Go your own self, mensieur," said the Baron to his secretary, "to Contenson, dat spy of Louchart's de bailiff man but go in one capriolette, very qvick, and pring him here qvick to me. I shall vait. Go out trough de garten. Here is dat key, for no man shall see dat man in here. You shall take him into dat little garten-house. Try to do dat little business very clefer."
Contenson handed him three packets covered with blue paper, which the Baron took, looking at the man, and adding in an undertone: "It should hafe been a better day's vork for you ven you had gife me notice." "Why, how should I know you were here, Monsieur le Baron?" replied the spy, heedless whether Louchard heard him. "You lost my services by withdrawing your confidence.
"Not at all. I gif it besides the one tousand-franc note vat you pleed me off. Dat makes fifteen hundert franc vat I gif you." "Very good, you give me the thousand francs I have had and you will add five hundred francs." "Yust so," said Nucingen, nodding. "But that still leaves only five hundred francs," said Contenson imperturbably. "Dat I gif," added the Baron. "That I take.
Find, if you can, many spies who have not had more venom about them than Contenson had. "Circumstances are against me," he would say to his chiefs. "We might be fine crystal; we are but grains of sand, that is all." His indifference to dress had some sense.
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