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"I could find no way of gaining access to M. Fauvel, save through you; and now I have found out what I wanted to know. I am convinced that M. Fauvel had nothing to do with the robbery." "Oh, monsieur!" objected Prosper, "innocence can be feigned." "Certainly, but not to this extent. And this is not all. I wished to find out if M. Fauvel would be accessible to certain suspicions.
Madeleine was bathing her forehead. When M. de Clameran was announced, they both started up as if a phantom had appeared before them. Although Louis had been gay and smiling when he parted from M. Fauvel downstairs, he now wore a melancholy aspect, as he gravely bowed, and refused to seat himself in the chair which Mme. Fauvel motioned him to take.
"It is his room, madame," replied the young man; then, seeing she was silent and about to leave, he added: "I presume I have the honor of addressing Mme. Fauvel?" She bowed affirmatively, shuddering at the sound of her own name, frightened at this proof of Clameran's betrayal of her secret to a stranger. With visible anxiety she awaited an explanation.
You may call it abominable; but I, who composed it, have a different opinion of it." "Enough, monsieur; you will at least have the courage to acknowledge that your performance was a vile insinuation against Mme. Fauvel?" The clown stood with his head thrown back, and mouth wide open, as if astounded at what he heard.
"Yes, monsieur," he answered, unhesitatingly: "circumstances made it necessary for me to preserve the greatest order in my wild career; I spent about fifty thousand francs." "Where did you obtain them?" "In the first place, twelve thousand francs were left to me by my mother. I received from M. Fauvel fourteen thousand francs, as my salary, and share of the profits.
For he was certain that, if M. Fauvel discovered everything, he would do his best to hush it up, to conceal every fact connected with the disgraceful story which would implicate his wife. Although he was careful not to breathe it to Clameran, he felt a sincere affection for Mme. Fauvel, and was touched by the indulgent fondness which she so unchangingly lavished upon him.
Fauvel had no defence against the scoundrels who were torturing her, save prayers and tears; these availed her little. Sometimes Mme. Fauvel betrayed such heart-broken suffering when Raoul begged her for money which she had no means of obtaining, that he would hurry away disgusted at his own brutal conduct, and say to Clameran: "You must end this dirty business; I cannot stand it any longer.
"Bravo! modesty becomes talent, and for one of your age you certainly have displayed a talent for knavery." M. Fauvel listened without understanding a word of what was said. "Into what dark depths of shame have we fallen!" he groaned. "Reassure yourself, monsieur," replied M. Verduret with great respect. "After what I have been constrained to tell you, what remains to be said is a mere trifle.
"What do you mean by humiliation, monsieur?" "What!" said M. Fauvel, excitedly; "is not justice the same for all? Because I am the head of a bank, and he only a clerk, does it follow that my word is more to be relied upon than his? Why could I not have robbed myself? Such things have been done.
So often have his previsions been deceived, that he has reached a state of complete scepticism. He believes in nothing, neither in evil nor in absolute good; not more in virtue than in vice. His experience has forced him to come to the sad conclusion that not men, but events, are worth considering. The commissary sent for by M. Fauvel soon made his appearance.
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