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The servant who came to open the door examined him attentively, and then announced that Madame d'Arlange was in the country. He evidently fancied that Lecoq was a creditor.
In the first, he gave orders for Albert to be brought at once to his office in the Palais de Justice. In the second, he directed a detective to go immediately to the Faubourg St. Germain to the d'Arlange house, and examine the wall at the bottom of the garden, and make a note of any marks of its having been scaled, if any such existed.
As soon as he arrived home he dressed himself with care, as was his custom formerly when visiting the Marchioness d'Arlange, and went out. He first called at an armourer's and bought a small revolver, which he caused to be carefully loaded under his own eyes, and put it into his pocket. He then called on the different persons he supposed capable of informing him to what club the viscount belonged.
He ought to risk his life sooner than the honour of her who has trusted in him; but be assured Albert relied on me." There was nothing to reply to this; and the sentiments expressed by Mademoiselle d'Arlange gave a meaning to one of Albert's replies in the examination.
"Certain obstacles!" said M. Daburon in a hollow voice. "You love a man, he knows it, and he is stopped by obstacles?" "I am poor," answered Mademoiselle d'Arlange, "and his family is immensely rich. His father is cruel, inexorable." "His father," cried the magistrate, with a bitterness he did not dream of hiding, "his father, his family, and that withholds him!
While wondering where he could obtain the information he required, he perceived, on the opposite side of the street, the keeper of a wine-shop smoking on his doorstep. At once approaching and pretending that he had forgotten an address, Lecoq politely asked for the house where Marchioness d'Arlange resided.
As soon as he appeared, Claire saluted him with one of those graceful, yet highly dignified bows, which distinguished the Marchioness d'Arlange. "Sir ," she began. "You come, do you not, my poor child, to obtain news of the unhappy boy?" asked M. de Commarin. He interrupted Claire, and went straight to the point, in order to get the disagreeable business more quickly over.
"It will be best to threaten her, to frighten her into confession," he soliloquized. "If I give her time for reflection, I shall learn nothing." He paused in his cogitations, for he had reached the residence of the Marchioness d'Arlange a charming mansion with a courtyard in front and garden in the rear. Before entering, he deemed it advisable to obtain some information concerning the inmates.
"Eh?" exclaimed the old lady, evidently shocked at his audacity, "you are very inquisitive upon my word!" "Excuse me, madame, but I am anxious to find the owner of this valuable ornament." Madame d'Arlange regarded her visitor with an air of mingled curiosity and surprise. "Such honesty!" said she. "Oh, oh! And of course you don't hope for a sou by way of reward " "Madame!" "Good, good!
A word from your lips will decide my future happiness or misery. Claire, mademoiselle, do not spurn me: I love you!" While the magistrate was speaking, Mademoiselle d'Arlange looked at him as though doubtful of the evidence of her senses; but at the words, "I love you!" pronounced with the trembling accents of the most devoted passion, she disengaged her hand sharply, and uttered a stifled cry.
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