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"Providence will not abandon us, sir." M. Costeclar had crossed his legs, and with the end of his cane he was negligently tapping his immaculate boot. "Providence!" he giggled; "that's very good on the stage, in a play, with low music in the orchestra. I can just see it.
"You are very anxious to marry my sister, sir," he commenced. During their short walk M. Costeclar had recovered himself. He had resumed all his impertinent assurance. Looking at Maxence from head to foot with any thing but a friendly look, "It is my dearest and my most ardent wish, sir," he replied. "Very well.
This arrangement had not seemed entirely natural to the girl; but so many strange things had happened in the house for the past twenty-four hours, that she was prepared for any thing. Besides recognizing Marius as the gentleman who had had a violent altercation in the morning with M. Costeclar, she did as he requested, and, leaving him alone in the dining-room, went to attend to her duties.
"Unfortunately, M. Costeclar had just gone out. As to M. Saint Pavin, I found him at the office of his paper, 'The Financial Pilot. He is a coarse and vulgar personage, and received me like a pickpocket. I had even a notion to " "Never mind that! Go on." "He was closeted with another gentleman, a banker, named Jottras, of the house of Jottras and Brother.
Favoral overheard him. To defend her husband, she found a remnant of energy, and, straightening herself on her seat, "Ah! do not doubt it," she stammered out. "Of his own inspiration, Vincent could never have committed an evil act. He has been circumvented, led away, duped!" "Very well; but by whom?" "By Costeclar," affirmed Mlle. Gilberte. "By the Messrs. Jottras, the bankers," said Mme.
My father can say what he pleases: I take the whole responsibility upon myself." There was no time to argue: the bell rang. Mlle. Gilberte had barely time to escape through one of the doors of the parlor, whilst M. Costeclar was entering at the other. If he did have enough perspicacity to guess what had just taken place, he did not in any way show it.
"Dear daughter," said he, "Monsieur Costeclar, the friend of whom I have spoken." M. Costeclar bowed still lower, and rounded off his shoulders again; but the young lady looked at him from head to foot with such a freezing glance, that his tongue remained as if paralyzed in his mouth, and he could only stammer out: "Mademoiselle! the honor, the humblest of your admirers."
For more than a week, I wandered around Paris, trying to find an opening. I became suspected of being a spy. I was arrested. A little more, and I was shot dead!" "As to myself," declared M. Costeclar, "I foresaw exactly what has happened. I knew that it was outside, to organize armies of relief, that men would be wanted.
I am brought here by the same matter as our dear Costeclar; and I was just explaining to him that he has been too hasty, and that it would be best to wait three or four days longer." "That's just what I told him," echoed the honorable financier.
He was somewhat pale, but unnaturally calm, cool, and collected. Bowing to Mlle. Gilberte, "If I have thus ventured to enter your apartment, mademoiselle," he uttered gently, "it is because, as I was going by the door, I thought I recognized this gentleman's carriage." And, with his finger over his shoulder, he was pointing to M. Costeclar.
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