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And beckoning to the agents who accompanied him to stop at the door, "Monsieur Vincent Favoral?" he inquired. The cashier's guests, M. Desormeaux excepted, seemed stricken with stupor. Each one felt as if he had a share of the disgrace of this police invasion. The dupes who are sometimes caught in clandestine "hells" have the same humiliated attitudes. At last, and not without an effort,
They have an understanding with the shop-keepers, who are but licensed thieves; and nothing is eaten here that they don't make me pay double its value." M. Chapelain made an ill-concealed grimace; whilst M. Desclavettes sincerely admired a man who had courage enough to confess his meanness. But M. Desormeaux never minced things.
"We are saved!" she said. "Saved!" repeated the cashier mechanically. "Yes; for I guess Maxence's idea. But we must have an understanding. Where will you take refuge?" "How can I tell?" "There is a train at five minutes past eleven," remarked M. Desormeaux. "Don't let us forget that." "But money will be required to leave by that train," interrupted the old lawyer. "Fortunately, I have some."
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.
"'Tis he, 'tis that wretch " But he interrupted himself, and more gently: "Put away those bank-bills," said he to his wife, "and let Maxence take them back to M. de Thaller to-morrow." The bell rang violently. "The police!" groaned Mme. Desclavettes, who seemed on the point of fainting away. "I am going to negotiate," said M. Desormeaux. "Fly, Vincent: do not lose a minute."
Stronger than fear, curiosity had drawn all the guests of the cashier of the Mutual Credit Society, M. Desormeaux, M. Chapelain, M. Desclavettes himself; and, standing within the door-frame, they followed eagerly every motion of the commissary, who, pending the arrival of the locksmith, was making a flying examination of the bundles of papers left exposed upon the desk.
But if you go right about it, above all, if our dear Gilberte will take the matter in hand." "Sir!" "Oh! I swear I sha'n't say a word about it, either to Desormeaux or Chapelain, nor to any one else. Although reimbursed, I'll make as much noise as the rest, more noise, even. Come, now, my dear friends, what do you say?" He was almost crying.
M. Desormeaux, the head clerk at the Department of Justice, was an old legitimist, much imbued with reactionary ideas. "Such are our masters," said he with a sneer, "the high barons of financial feudality. Ah! you are indignant at the arrogance of the old aristocracy; well, on your knees, by Jupiter! on your face, rather, before the golden crown on field of gules."
"Let not the seals cause you any uneasiness, madame," said the commissary of police to Mme. Favoral. "Before forty-eight hours, some one will come to remove these papers, and restore to you the free use of that room." He went out; and, as soon as the door had closed behind him, "Well?" exclaimed M. Desormeaux; But no one had any thing to say.
When M. Desormeaux told him, "Come, now, between us, candidly, how many millions have you?" he had such a strange way of affirming that people were very much mistaken, that his friends' convictions became only the more settled.
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