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Updated: June 23, 2025
M. Fauvel's private office consisted of two rooms; the waiting-room, sumptuously furnished and beautifully decorated, and the study where he transacted business. The furniture in this room was composed of a large office-desk, several leather-covered chairs, and, on either side of the fireplace, a secretary and a book-shelf.
Fauvel's diamonds? is simply fearful. What could be more exasperating than the sarcastic advice, 'In your place, I would not have any public scandal, but would watch my wife? The effect of your letter must have been terrible," he added thoughtfully as he stood with folded arms looking at poor Prosper. "M. Fauvel is quick-tempered, is he not?" "He has a violent temper, when aroused."
She was Madeleine, M. Fauvel's niece, of whom he had spoken not long before. Seeing Prosper in the study, where probably she expected to find her uncle alone, she could not refrain from an exclamation of surprise. "Ah!" Prosper started up as if he had received an electric shock. His eyes, a moment before so dull and heavy, now sparkled with joy as if he had caught a glimpse of a messenger of hope.
Feeling the barrel of M. Fauvel's revolver touch his breast, Raoul in self-defence seized his own pistol, and prepared to fire. "Stand in that corner of the room, and I will stand in this," continued the banker; "and when the clock strikes, which will be in a few seconds, we will both fire." They took the places designated, and stood perfectly still.
I hoped to have obtained the money from a banker, who has always accommodated me before M. Prosper Bertomy, you know him: he married M. Andre Fauvel's niece " "Yes, I know; proceed, if you please." "Ah, well! it was impossible for me to procure the money." The marquis had hitherto been pale, but now his face flushed crimson. "This is a jest, I suppose," said he. "Alas! unfortunately no."
It is quite easily explained, and, if that were all to be accounted for, I would say to you, My task is done, let us go ask the judge of instruction for a warrant of arrest." Prosper started up with sparkling eyes. "Ah, you know is it possible?" "Yes, I know who gave the key, and I know who told the secret word." "The key might have been M. Fauvel's. But the word "
"How in the deuce," he abruptly asked, "did this Lagors, who is devoted to gay society, come to choose a lonely country house to live in?" "I suppose it was because M. Fauvel's villa is only fifteen minutes' ride from here, on the Seine." "That accounts for his staying here in the summer; but in winter?"
Fauvel's suitor. As she was still at her country-seat, and M. Fauvel went into the city every morning at nine o'clock, and did not return till six, she had the whole of her time to devote to Raoul. When she had spent the morning with him at his house in Vesinet, she would often bring him home to dine and spend the evening with her.
When we reached Cherbourg, Fauvel's wife was there, either resident or for the moment, and at our captain's invitation visited the ship to see where her husband had been living, and would again be when we reached a more friendly port.
Now, the question is, what is the secret of this terrible influence he has gained over her? I have positive proof that they have not met since their early youth until fifteen months ago; and, as Mme. Fauvel's reputation has always been above the reach of slander, we must seek in the past for the cause of her resigned obedience to his will." "We can never discover it," said Prosper mournfully.
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