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Let his clothes be packed up, and taken to some hotel: I never want to see him again." For a long time Mme. Favoral and Gilberte fairly dragged themselves at his feet, before he consented to recall his determination.
Favoral, "why did not Vincent listen to my presentiments on that ever fatal day when he brought M. de Thaller, M. Jottras, and M. Saint Pavin to dine here? They promised him a fortune." Maxence and Mlle.
At their attitude, and at the expression of their countenance, he easily guessed the point to which things had come. And, advancing towards Mme. Favoral, he bowed with an amount of respect which was certainly not put on. "You have heard the Count de Villegre, madame," he said in a slightly altered tone of voice. "I am awaiting my fate."
"We have none, sir." "Then it is true: he succeeded in getting away through this window?" "Yes." "And he did not tell you where he meant to take refuge?" Observing M. Costeclar with all her power of penetration, Mlle. Gilberte fancied she discovered in him something like a certain surprise mingled with joy. "Then Favoral must have left without a sou!"
And it was further explained, that M. Favoral was chief cashier, and probably, also, one of the principal stockholders, of the Mutual Credit Society, one of those admirable financial institutions which have sprung up with the second empire, and which had won at the bourse the first installment of their capital, the very day that the game of the Coup d'Etat was being played in the street.
Gilberte's hands, the advent of the commissary of police, M. Favoral's escape, and finally the departure of the Saturday evening guests. The disaster which struck Mme. Favoral and her children had been so sudden and so crushing, that they had been, on the moment, too stupefied to realize it.
Her sensation was terrible, such as if her whole blood had suddenly escaped through her open arteries. She turned pale, her teeth chattered; and she seemed so near fainting, that the Signor Gismondo sprang to the door, crying, "Help, help! she is dying." Mme. Favoral, frightened, came running in. But already, thanks to an all-powerful projection of will, Mlle.
The commissary of police cast but a glance upon it, and, replying to the objections of his old experience rather more than addressing himself to M. de Tregars, "There can be no doubt about it," he murmured. "It is to the crime committed to-day that these pressing recommendations relate; and, directed as they are to Vincent Favoral, they attest his complicity.
From that moment, I had but one wish, to see and speak to you. When I reached the door, I recognized M. Costeclar's equipage, and I had a presentiment of the truth. I inquired from the concierge for your mother or your brother, and heard that Maxence had gone out a few moments before, and that Mme. Favoral had just left in a carriage with M. Chapelain, the old lawyer.
If Favoral takes everything upon himself, what can they say to the other? If they have acted in collusion, the thing has been prepared for a long time; and, before commencing to fish, they must have troubled the water so well, that justice will be unable to see anything in it." "And you see no one who could help us?" "Favoral " To Maxence's great surprise, M. de Tregars shrugged his shoulders.
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