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And among all men, to choose one vile enough to rob her of her jewels, and force her to be his accomplice in the ruin of an innocent young man! For did not the letter before him assert this to be a fact, and tell him how to convince himself of its truth? M. Fauvel was as bewildered as if he had been knocked on the head with a club.
At any rate, she voluntarily informed Madeleine that a friend of hers, a first-class dressmaker, had just set up for herself, and would be glad to furnish materials and make the dresses on credit, for the sake of obtaining the patronage of Mme. Fauvel and her niece, which would at once bring her plenty of fashionable customers.
"It is my precious brother, and no mistake," he said. "But that need not alarm you so easily, my lovely nephew." "Merciful powers! Doesn't the banker expect to see him any day? Is he not liable to pounce down on me to-morrow?" "Don't be an idiot!" interrupted Clameran. "Does he know that Fauvel is Valentine's husband? That is what we must find out.
Being handsome, agreeable, and of polished manners, he had been warmly welcomed by the neighboring society, and the countess frequently met him at the houses of her friends where she went to play cards in the evenings. This young engineer was named Andre Fauvel.
Fauvel would not remember the laughing eyes of the two men, upon the occasion of the pretended quarrel in her presence. Infatuation had drowned suspicion. She could not, she would not, believe in such hypocrisy. Raoul plot against the mother? Never!
"I think I have a hundred times ordered you to wait until the day of the payment." "I know it, monsieur, and I did wrong to disobey you. But the evil is done. Yesterday evening I locked the money up: it has disappeared, and yet the safe has not been broken open." "You must be mad!" exclaimed M. Fauvel: "you are dreaming!"
Fauvel were aroused; she watched them, and it seemed to her could it be possible that their anger was feigned; that, although they abused and even threatened each other in the bitterest language, their eyes twinkled with amusement.
Clameran did not come; he wrote, or rather, as he was too prudent to furnish arms which could be used against him, he had a note written, which Mme. Fauvel alone might understand, in which he said that he was quite ill, and unable to call upon her; and hoped she would be so good as to come to his room the next day; she had only to ask for 317, Hotel du Louvre.
When he wanted to see his mother, he would come in the afternoon, when he knew that M. Fauvel would be from home; and he only came often enough to keep informed of what was going on in the household. This sudden lull after so many storms appeared ominous to Madeleine. She was more certain that ever that the plot was now ripe, and would suddenly burst upon them, without warning.
M. Fauvel, the French consul, who has passed thirty years at Athens, frequently declared in my hearing, that the Greeks do not deserve to be emancipated, reasoning on the ground of their national and individual depravity while he forgot that such depravity is to be attributed to causes which can only be removed by the measures he reprobates.
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