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Besides, what good would that do me? I have no proofs of my allegations. Do you suppose that Thaller has not taken his precautions, and tied my hands? No, no! without Favoral there is nothing to be done." "Do you suppose, then, that you could induce him to surrender himself?" "No, but to furnish me the proofs I need, to send Thaller where they have already sent that poor Jottras."
And she wished the morrow to come, that she might announce her happiness to the very involuntary and very unconscious accomplice of Marius, the worthy Maestro Gismondo Pulei. The next day M. Favoral seemed to have resigned himself to the failure of his projects; and, the following Saturday, he told as a pleasant joke, how Mlle. Gilberte had carried the day, and had managed to dismiss her lover.
"That's why, then," exclaimed Maxence, "that's why my father treated me so rudely: that's why he so obstinately persisted in closing the offices of the Mutual Credit against me." He was interrupted by a violent ringing of the door-bell. He looked at the clock: ten o'clock was about to strike. "Who can call so late?" said Mme. Favoral.
M. Favoral rushed toward him; and the latter, hastening, met him half way, and, taking both his hands into his "I cannot tell you, dear friend," he commenced, "how deeply I feel the honor you do me in receiving me in the midst of your charming family and your respectable friends."
Maxence is a good and honest fellow, I am sure, but so weak, so thoughtless, so fond of pleasure! He finds it difficult enough to get along by himself. Of what assistance will he be to you?" Then came advice. Mme. Favoral, he declared, should not hesitate to ask for a separation, which the tribunal would certainly grant.
And the others listened in astonishment to this inexhaustible prattle, this "gab," more filled with gold spangles than Dantzig cordial, with which the commercial travelers of the bourse catch their customers. Suddenly: "But you must excuse me," he said, rushing towards the other end of the parlor. Mme. Favoral had just left the room to order tea to be brought in; and, the seat by Mlle.
Now we'll have some fun!" At that very moment, M. de Tregars and Mlle. Gilberte reached the Rue St. Gilles. Hearing that her husband had been found, "I must see him!" exclaimed Mme. Favoral. And, in spite of any thing they could tell her, she threw a shawl over her shoulders, and started with Mlle. Gilberte. When they had entered Mme.
"That cashier, named Favoral, we do not hesitate to name him, since his name has already been made public, had just sat down to dinner with some friends. Warned, no one knows how, he succeeded in escaping through a window into the yard of the adjoining house, and up to this hour has succeeded in eluding all search.
There were constant rumors of bloody battles around Orleans. She imagined Marius, mortally wounded, expiring on the snow, alone, without help, and without a friend to receive his supreme will and his last breath. One evening the vision was so clear, and the impression so strong, that she started up with a loud cry. "What is it?" asked Mme. Favoral, alarmed. "What is the matter?"
Favoral the meetings in the Place-Royale, his conversations with Marius, intended really for Mlle. Gilberte, and the part he had consented to play in this little comedy. But he became embarrassed in his sentences, he multiplied his hum! and his broum! in the most alarming manner; and his explanations explained nothing. Mlle.
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