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It was night, unfortunately; and of the whole equipage nothing was visible but the two lanterns that shone like stars. Almost at the same time the parlor-door flew open; and the servant, who had been properly trained in advance, announced: "Monsieur Costeclar." Leaning toward Mme. Favoral, who was seated by her side on the sofa,
His large, full-moon face was divided in two by a nose as flat as a Kalmuck's, and illuminated by two small eyes, in which could be read the most thorough duplicity. Seeing M. de Tregars and M. Costeclar engaged in conversation, "Why! you know each other?" he said. M. de Tregars advanced a step, "We are even intimate friends," he replied. "And it is very lucky that we should have met.
No one was now paying any attention to Maxence; and he slipped off without the slightest care as to what M. Costeclar might think. Reaching the spot where his cab awaited him, "Which way, boss?" inquired the driver. Maxence hesitated. What better had he to do than to go home? And yet . . . "We'll wait for that same carriage," he answered; "and we'll follow it on the return."
Gilberte being vacant, M. Costeclar occupied it promptly. "He understands his business," growled M. Desormeaux. "Surely," said M. Desclavettes, "if I had some funds to dispose of just now." "I would be most happy to have him for my son-in-law," declared M. Favoral. He was doing his best. Somewhat intimidated by Mlle. Gilberte's first look, he had now fully recovered his wits.
Gathered up in haste, her thick blonde hair escaped from beneath the pins, and spread over her shoulders in luminous cascades. Never had she appeared to M. Costeclar as lovely as at this moment, when her whole frame was vibrating with suppressed indignation, her cheeks flushed, her eyes flashing. "Please come in, sir," she uttered.
Those fellows who were born with fifty or sixty thousand francs' income in their baby-clothes are all alike." The unpleasant intention was evident; but M. Costeclar was not the man to get angry for such a trifle. "You are in bad humor to-day, old fellow," he said. The editor of "The Financial Pilot" made a threatening gesture.
A little ways off stood a group of gentlemen, who had also just left their carriages, and were looking on this interminable procession of equipages and this amazing display of toilets. "They are friends of mine," said M. Costeclar: "let us join them." They did so; and, after the usual greetings, "Who is that?" inquired M. Costeclar, "that dark person, whose carriage follows Mme. de Thaller's?"
"But it is to-morrow," interrupted Mme. Favoral, "to-morrow that your father is to bring M. Costeclar. He has said so, and he will do it." And so he did. About two o'clock in the afternoon M. Favoral and his protege arrived in the Rue St. Gilles, in that famous coupe with the two horses, which excited the wonder of the neighbors. But Mlle. Gilberte had her plan ready.
"They have a great deal of courage, mademoiselle." "Naturally. But, what is better, the daughter has a splendid voice: at least, so her professor told Costeclar. Why should she not go on the stage? Actresses make lots of money, you know. Papa'll help her, if she wishes. He has a great deal of influence in the theatres, papa has." "Mme. and Mlle. Favoral have friends." "Ah, yes! Costeclar."
"Repeat, 'Mademoiselle'" M. Costeclar had expected worse from M. de Tregars' look. A horrible fear had instantly crushed within him all idea of resistance. "Mademoiselle," he stuttered in a choking voice. "I am the vilest of wretches," continued Marius. M. Costeclar's livid face was oscillating like an inert object. "I am," he repeated, "the vilest of wretches." "And I beg of you " But Mlle.
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