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Updated: May 17, 2025
At the mention of her children, Madame d'Ormeval broke down and sobbed. Germaine Astaing shrugged her shoulders and made a movement towards the door. Renine once more blocked the way: "Where are you going?" "I have been summoned by the examining-magistrate." "No, you have not." "Yes, I have. Just as all those have been who have any evidence to give." "You were not on the spot.
"No," she said, sharply. "Why not? Though you did not even shake hands with her, I presume that Madame d'Ormeval is your friend?" He gave her no time to reflect, drew her into the next room, closed the door and, at once pouncing upon Madame d'Ormeval, who was trying to go out and return to her own room, said: "No, madame, listen, I implore you. Madame Astaing's presence need not drive you away.
You hear what I say, Germaine: you're a wretch!" Therese d'Ormeval was repeating the insult as though it afforded her some relief. Her anger was abating. Very likely also she no longer had the strength to keep up the struggle; and it was Madame Astaing who returned to the attack, with her fists clenched and her face distorted and suddenly aged by fully twenty years: "You!
Nevertheless, twenty minutes passed and twenty-five; and no one stirred. "Perhaps Madame d'Ormeval has gone." Hortense suggested, anxiously. "She is no longer on her balcony." "If she is at the Trois Mathildes," said Renine, "we will go and catch her there."
They then saw that d'Ormeval must have shut the door behind him, which kept him in the half dark, the cabin being one of the sort that has no window. "He's asleep," cried one. "Let's wake him up." All four went to the cabin, began by calling to him and, on receiving no answer, thumped on the door: "Hi! D'Ormeval! Are you asleep?"
A few minutes after I had felt in the pocket of that jacket, you did the same. I had removed the sixth letter, but had left a slip of paper which you looked for eagerly and which also must have dropped out of the pocket-book. It was an uncrossed cheque for a hundred thousand francs, drawn by M. d'Ormeval in your brother's name ... just a little wedding-present ... what we might call pin-money.
"Yes, an agreement," he repeated, in a more imperious tone. "Whether you like it or not, you will come to an agreement. You are not the only ones to be considered. There are your two little daughters, Madame d'Ormeval. Since circumstances have set me in their path, I am intervening in their defence and for their safety. A blunder, a word too much; and they are ruined. That must not happen."
Hortense was unable to follow, as Renine would have liked, the small party who were making for Madame d'Ormeval; she was paralysed with excitement and incapable of moving.
It was at this moment that the motor-car containing the examining-magistrate and the public prosecutor pulled up outside the chalets. Renine, who did not expect them until later, said to Hortense: "We must be quick. On no account leave Madame d'Ormeval."
Or perhaps the lady contemplates making away with her husband?" "The d'Ormevals? Never! A perfectly happy couple! Yesterday, at the hotel, I had a long talk with the wife. And you yourself...." "Oh, I played a round of golf with Jacques d'Ormeval, who rather fancies himself as an athlete, and I played at dolls with their two charming little girls!"
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