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He goes for a cab; we get into it; and he brings me right straight here." Positively M. de Tregars required his entire self-control to conceal the intensity of his curiosity. "Was this house, then, already as it is now?" he interrogated. "Precisely, except that there were no servants in it, except the chambermaid Amanda, who is M. Favoral's confidante.
"You will judge for yourself." He closed the door carefully, and, returning to Mlle. Lucienne, "Do you know the Marquis de Tregars?" he asked. "No more than you do. It was yesterday, at the commissary of police, that I first heard his name." "Well, before a month, M. de Tregars will be Mlle. Gilberte Favoral's husband." "Is it possible?" exclaimed Mlle. Lucienne with a look of extreme surprise.
Who would suspect that it is for Gilberte Favoral's sake that the Marquis de Tregars is walking in the Rue St. Gilles?" And, indeed, Marius did deserve some credit for these walks; for winter had come, spreading a thick coat of mud over the pavement of all those little streets which are always forgotten by the street-cleaners.
Maxence, bewildered, was at a loss what to do, when, in the midst of this hostile crowd, he perceived M. Chapelain's friendly face. Driven from his bed at daylight by the bitter regrets at the heavy loss he had just sustained, the old lawyer had arrived in the Rue St. Gilles at the very moment when the creditors invaded M. Favoral's apartment.
"I want besides, my own and my father's fortune, of which we have been robbed by M. de Thaller, with your assistance, madame." "Is that all, at least?" M. de Tregars shook his head. "That's nothing yet," he replied. "Oh!" "We have now to say something of Vincent Favoral's affairs."
"Instead of gathering so much useless information," he added, "why did you not post yourself as to the outlets of the house?" He was "sold"; and yet he manifested neither spite nor anger. He seemed in no wise anxious to run after the fugitive. Upon the features of Maxence and of Mlle. Gilberte, and more still in Mme. Favoral's eyes, he had read that it would be useless for the present.
"Whatever may have been," he uttered, "Vincent Favoral's crime; whether he has or has not stolen, the twelve millions which are wanting from the funds of the Mutual Credit; whether he is alone guilty, or has accomplices; whether he be a knave, or a fool, an impostor, or a dupe, Mlle. Gilberte is not responsible." "You know the Favoral family, then?" "Enough to make their cause henceforth my own."
"I shall have lived miserably, I shall have endured nameless sufferings; but my children shall be rich, their life shall be easy and pleasant." The next day M. Favoral's excitement had completely abated. Manifestly he regretted his confidences. "You must not think on that account that you can waste and pillage every thing," he declared rudely. "Besides, I have greatly exaggerated."
His death insures the impunity of the wretches of whom he was but the instrument." "Perhaps," said M. Tregars. And at the same time he took out of his pocket, and showed the note found in Vincent Favoral's pocket-book, that note, so obscure the day before, now so terribly clear. "I cannot understand your negligence. You should get through with that Van Klopen affair: there is the danger."
Ah! it's an operation, is it? an enterprise, a big speculation? and you throw in your daughter in the bargain as a bonus. Well, no! You can tell your partner that the thing has fallen through." M. Favoral's anger was growing with each word. "I'll see if I can't make you yield," he said. "You may crush me, perhaps. Make me yield, never!" "Well, we shall see.
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