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"Monsieur de Talizac," he said, "you tried to kill me once before, in the Black Forest take care!" Fongereues had no arms. Cyprien had been wiser. He, too, drew a pistol, but before he could touch the trigger, Pierre had opened the door behind him. "For a valet," he said, "a dog is all that is required."
"I have sent out a large number of invitations for this evening, and as soon as the officer of His Majesty's household hands to my son the commission which he has won by his merits and the badge of the Legion of Honor, Monsieur de Fongereues will officially announce the marriage of his son to Mademoiselle Salves. I rely on your aid, Monsieur de Montferrand." "Ah!
"Hush! This Fanfar was not the Marquis de Fongereues, he was not Simon's son. Do you remember a night which you once spent in a humble cottage at Sachemont?" "Sachemont?" repeated Fongereues. "That night two men claimed the hospitality of an old man. One of these strangers was a Frenchman, but he was base enough to insult the daughter of the old man. He did worse he committed a dastardly crime.
You implored this dying man to have mercy on you and tell you where this money was placed. But my master did not yield, nor will I!" Deadly pale, and with compressed lips, the Marquis murmured: "Then you refuse?" "I refuse the son of Simon de Fongereues is living!" "And if he be dead am I not the sole heir?" "I do not know." "You have no right to keep back a will. Once more I ask will you speak?"
The king received him proudly and said, "Monsieur de Fongereues, it is not well in you to abandon us thus. The throne needs its faithful supporters." A few days later he was presented to Mademoiselle de Maillezais her beauty was of that quality that dazzles rather than pleases.
But these two persons, who had not recoiled from a terrible crime to ensure their undisputed possession of the Fongereues fortune, were now carried away by a wild thirst for excitement and gayety. The hôtel they occupied became the scene of perpetual fêtes and the rendezvous of the aristocracy.
The Marquis met her and drew her arm through his. This marriage was his salvation. He, too, thought of Fanfar with a certain pity, for he knew that this mountebank, as he scornfully called him, was the only man who had the right to call himself the Marquis de Fongereues. Irène's arrival was the signal for the opening of the ball. The orchestra began to play a waltz. Then came a sudden silence.
"I have received the royal promise, and to-day Talizac will have his commission, and also the order of Saint-Louis." This was an immense joy to Fongereues, and from that moment the monarchist the Marquis de Montferrand felt that Talizac, a captain in the King's Guard, could do no evil. "Forgive a mother's vanity," continued Magdalena.
But let the Marquis de Fongereues, peer of France, denounce at the Tuileries the formidable association that threatens the throne and the altar let him present himself in the cabinet of the king with his hands full of proofs let him show the documents and the lists of the conspirators, and the Marquis de Fongereues will become master of France.
Labarre's pale face was lighted by a smile as he repeated the words: "The honor of the Fongereues family!" The Marquis shrugged his shoulders impatiently. "Cyprien," he said to his intendant, "you can leave us!" Cyprien was astonished. This was no part of the programme, but he remembered that he could return, and also that he could listen.
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