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Updated: June 29, 2025
The Fongereues felt that their doom was sealed when they knew that Irène's millions were forever lost to them. Then this unhappy pair began to quarrel. To Magdalena's violent reproaches Fongereues answered by violent recriminations. Was it not her senseless indulgence that had caused the Vicomte to become the depraved and worthless person upon whom every one now turned a cold shoulder?
"Let him fall into the hands of the law," concluded Cyprien, "and the end is certain. We can contrive to give to the plot enormous proportions, and he will be condemned." The Marquis shrugged his shoulders. "No, that won't do. We can't rely on these judges. One never knows what whims they may take into their heads." "But what do you propose?" Fongereues hesitated.
This little speech had been delivered with such assurance and ease that the old Marquis was nearly taken off his feet. The fair Magdalena was still beautiful. Monsieur de Montferrand bowed over the fair hand, and Fongereues wondered and admired. "And now let us talk a little," the lady said, as she seated herself.
The Marquis had suddenly grown old, his strength was gone, and his feet were as uncertain as those of a drunken man. The governor rose to receive him. Fongereues tried to speak, but his voice died in his throat. He handed the governor an order from the minister, directing that the body of the man named Fanfar should be surrendered to the Marquis de Fongereues.
"May I ask, sir, if your affairs have in any way ameliorated since my departure?" "Ameliorated!" Fongereues repeated with an angry gesture, "no, quite the contrary. Ruin is approaching with rapid strides, and in a few months I shall be lost!" "But the favor of His Majesty " Fongereues laughed bitterly. "His Majesty cares little for me.
"Because," said Simon, in solemn tones, "because the Vicomte de Talizac is my brother!" "Your brother! But who, then, are you?" "The son of the Marquis de Fongereues," and in a few words Simon explained to his wife the situation already known to our readers. "I reproach myself," concluded Simon, "for having so long concealed my name from you. I have not seen my father since I was a boy.
His surprise was great when he beheld a stranger walk in. "I am," said this stranger, "the Marquis de Fongereues, and I wish to talk with you." "I am entirely at your service," answered Iron Jaws, bringing forward a chair. "You are probably astonished, Monsieur Gudel," said the Marquis, "at my coming here at this time.
'Sir, he said to me, 'a Fongereues never begs! and the next day I received four thousand louis. Confound the nonsense!" Cyprien could not refrain from a smile. Four thousand louis did not seem to him a trifle, nor nonsense. "But His Majesty is interested in your son." "My son! These Puritans have much to say about my son. He gambles and he does other shocking things.
Unless this plan was carried to a happy termination, he was ruined. Already there were rumors floating about the court of spots on the hitherto untarnished shield of the Marquis de Fongereues. People were beginning to desert the hôtel as rats fly from a falling house. The haughty manners of the Marquis and of Magdalena had conciliated no one.
"The father was shot, the mother perished in the flames, but the two children escaped." "It is strange that you can persist in this illusion, Pierre. Simon's two children are dead." The old man answered. "No they are living!" The Marquis forgot himself: "Ah! you know, then, where they are?" "No; but your exclamation proves that you yourself do not believe in their death." Fongereues bit his lips.
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