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Updated: June 3, 2025
"I have quarreled with my father-in-law, Monsieur Crevel, for having rescued your notes of hand for sixty thousand francs from Vauvinet, and that money is, beyond doubt, in Madame Marneffe's pocket.
Oh, long before I knew you," said she, in reply to a movement from Wenceslas. "And those promises, of which he avails himself to plague me, oblige me to get married almost secretly; for if he should hear that I am marrying Crevel, he is the sort of man that that would kill me."
This gloomy taciturnity and the change in that dejected countenance made Crevel very uneasy, for he did not wish the death of his colleague. "As I said, old fellow, we are now even; let us play for the odd. Will you play off the tie by hook and by crook? Come!" "Why," said Hulot, talking to himself "why is it that out of ten pretty women at least seven are false?"
I will go round to Monsieur Graff the tailor before going to Monsieur Crevel. Go up now and leave me to dress." Next day the Baron, perfectly crazy about Madame Marneffe, went to see Cousin Betty, who was considerably amazed on opening the door to see who her visitor was, for he had never called on her before.
"Go and pay the money in where it will be safe run, fly; I will not admit you again without the receipt in your hand. Go, as fast and soon as you can!" She pushed Crevel out of the room by the shoulders, seeing avarice blossoming in his face once more. When she heard the outer door shut, she exclaimed: "Then Lisbeth is revenged over and over again! What a pity that she is at her old Marshal's now!
Is she better fun than I am?" "I don't want to talk about her," said Hulot. "And I hear she has come round my Crevel, and little Steinbock, and a gorgeous Brazilian?" "Very likely." "And that she has got a house as good as this, that Crevel has given her. The baggage! She is my provost-marshal, and finishes off those I have spoiled.
Celestin Crevel was quite amiable; he was perhaps rather too much the ex-perfumer, but as a Major he was beginning to acquire majestic dignity. He talked of dancing at the wedding. "Fair lady," said he politely to the Baroness, "people like us know how to forget. Do not banish me from your home; honor me, pray, by gracing my house with your presence now and then to meet your children.
I tell you why I am so curious to know what she is like, old boy; I just caught sight of her in the Bois, in an open carriage but a long way off. She is a most accomplished harpy, Carabine says. She is trying to eat up Crevel, but he only lets her nibble. Crevel is a knowing hand, good-natured but hard-headed, who will always say Yes, and then go his own way.
I will tell him the truth, and begin by securing his pardon before I ask for God's. We must part. Good-bye, Monsieur Crevel," and she stood up to offer him an icy cold hand. "Good-bye, my friend; we shall meet no more till we meet in a better world. You have to thank me for some enjoyment, criminal indeed; now I want oh yes, I shall have your esteem." Crevel was weeping bitter tears.
Thus Crevel's mansion was a splendid example of the luxury of idiots, while Josepha's was a perfect model of an artist's home. "War is declared," said Crevel, going up to Madame Marneffe. She rang the bell. "Go and find Monsieur Berthier," said she to the man-servant, "and do not return without him.
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