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It was not without mature thought that M. Costeclar had determined to withdraw, despite M. Favoral's pressing overtures. However infatuated he might be with his own merits, he had been compelled to surrender to evidence, and to acknowledge that he had not exactly succeeded with Mlle. Gilberte.
He could not have taken steps better calculated to exalt still more Mme. Favoral's blind tenderness. When she heard that Maxence had a mistress, she had been rudely shocked in her most cherished feelings. It is never without a secret jealousy that a mother discovers that a woman has robbed her of her son's heart.
Every privation which he imposed upon you increased his reputation of austere probity, and raised him farther above suspicion." Big tears were rolling down Mme. Favoral's cheeks. "Why not tell me the whole truth?" she stammered. "Because I do not know it," replied the commissary; "because these are all mere presumptions. I have seen so many instances of similar calculations!"
"The worst of M. Vincent Favoral's conduct," he resumed, "is, that, while he was throwing away money here by the handful, he subjected his family to the most cruel privations." "Oh!" "He refused the necessaries of life to his wife, the best and the worthiest of women; he never gave a cent to his son; and he deprived his daughter of every thing."
Great as had been the noise of Vincent Favoral's disaster, it had not reached at once all those who had intrusted their savings to him. All day long, the belated creditors kept coming in; and the scenes of the morning were renewed on a smaller scale. Then legal summonses began to pour in, three or four at a time. Mme. Favoral was losing all courage. "What disgrace!" she groaned.
To place one's self at the mercy of another, be that other your own father, is always silly; and one is always at the mercy of the man from whom he expects money that he has not earned. Your father would never have been so harsh, had he not believed that you could not do without him." He wanted to discuss: she stopped him. "Do you wish the proof that you are at M. Favoral's mercy?" she said.
"Now, then," he resumed, "never mind M. de Tregars: let us talk of the woman, who, you seem to think, has been the cause of M. Favoral's ruin." On the table before him lay the paper in which Maxence had read in the morning the terrible article headed: "Another Financial Disaster."
He made up his mind bravely; and when four years later, his daughter Gilberte was born, instead of lamenting: "Bash!" said he: "God blesses large families." But already, at this time, M. Vincent Favoral's situation had been singularly modified. The revolution of 1848 had just taken place. The factory in the Faubourg St. Antoine, where he was employed, had been compelled to close its doors.
And my father has fifty thousand francs a year!" Such, indeed, was the figure at which the most moderate estimated M. Favoral's fortune. M. Chapelain, who was supposed to be well informed, insinuated freely that his friend Vincent, besides being the cashier of the Mutual Credit, must also be one of its principal stock-holders.
As soon as Maxence appeared, the judge rose, and, after measuring him with a clear and cold look: "Who are you?" he interrogated. In a somewhat husky voice, Maxence stated his name and surname. "Ah! you are Vincent Favoral's son," interrupted the judge. "And it was you who helped him escape through the window?
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