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This, Monsieur de Talizac, is the sign that hung on the front of the inn kept by Simon, Marquis de Fongereues, and I defy you, his brother and his murderer, to repeat to me what you have already said in the face of this witness. Pray and entreat, if you will, if you dare I, the lacquey of your father, reply: Cain! you are stained with the blood of your brother begone!"
"The paper is signed with Simon's full name." The Marquis fell on his knees. "Ah! Monsieur, these are terrible days, but you will not say again that you poisoned Fanfar." Fongereues shuddered, and endeavored to hide his face. Labarre felt dizzy with horror. "Answer me," he repeated. Fongereues answered in a low voice: "Kill me! I have killed my son!"
Fongereues writhed under this severe language, and yet he tried to contain himself, for De Montferrand was a precious ally. It was he who had induced Monsieur de Salves to accept the overtures of marriage made by the De Fongereues family. "Speak," he said, "speak frankly. Your age and the long intimacy existing between our families give you the right to do so."
When the latter beheld Arthur de Montferrand she started, while Irène impulsively pronounced his name. They all entered the cottage, and looked around the room anxiously. The same name was on every lip. Fanfar, where was he? The night after Fanfar had been carried to the hôtel Fongereues, a mysterious note had been sent to Irène, to Francine, and Caillette.
"I have another reason. I do not wish the Vicomte de Talizac to come to grief because my fortune is intimately connected with his because his father, the Marquis de Fongereues, has rendered and will render great services to a cause that is mine. You must promise me to be guilty of no more imprudences like this." "Do you mean to give me that paper?"
"Most certainly," answered Fongereues, uneasily, for this allusion to money was most unwelcome. "I am ready to second all efforts of this Society, but still it would be necessary for me to know just what amount would be required of me. My resources are just now greatly restricted, and " "Do not be concerned," said Vellebri, coldly, "the amount need not disturb you." Fongereues sighed with relief.
But the ten years that had since elapsed had left their traces on his brow; and perhaps it was not years alone that had lined his brow, faded his eyes, and bent his form. His face was sad a shadow rested upon it. "Enter, sir," said the former servant of the Fongereues family. The room into which the Marquis stepped was simply furnished one corner was curtained off.
This is the man who outraged a woman one terrible night, and that woman was the sister of Simon's wife, and this man, who was then the Vicomte de Talizac, is to-day the Marquis de Fongereues. This man is your father! Does Fanfar know all this? Not he! The Marquis opens his eyes, he sees Fanfar in the darkness. "You have saved me!" he murmured. "Can you stand? Can you walk?" asked Fanfar.
For a long time rumors had been in circulation adverse to the Fongereues family, and the gay crowd, always ready to desert a falling house, had shown great coolness to them all. But as soon as the favors shown by the king became known at the clubs, the family were quickly reinstated in public opinion.
A magnificent person entered, an officer of the Royal Guard, in his white and gold uniform. He was received by the Marquis de Fongereues. "Marquis," he said, "I come in the name of the king." Every one listened with bated breath. Fongereues was radiant.
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