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"Yes, certainly; he brought carriers along, and that settled the matter." "Where is the family vault of the Fougereuse?" asked Girdel. "Oh, far from Paris; somewhere in Alsace, if I remember aright." "God have mercy on me!" muttered Girdel to himself. The official looked at him with amazement. What was the matter with the man?
A crowd of guests had gathered about Arthur and the landlord, and while a barber tried to stanch the still bleeding wound, Montferrand bitterly said: "One of the scoundrels bears a noble old name. Shame over the nobility of France that it tolerates a Talizac and Fougereuse in its ranks." "Who speaks of Talizac and Fougereuse?" cried a fresh voice, and a very handsome man approached Monsieur Aube.
He has already taken steps to indemnify the girl for the wrong he did her, and I am positive the little one will have her liberty restored to her before many hours have passed. Is the word of the Marquise de Fougereuse sufficient for you, my lord?" "Perfectly sufficient," said Montferrand, gallantly kissing the marquise's hand.
"Folly! that has been often desired." "But this time it is serious. A republican society " "Do not speak to me about republicans!" exclaimed Fougereuse, angrily. "Let me finish, Monsieur le Marquis. My news is authentic. The attempt will perhaps be made in a few weeks, and then it will be a question of sauve qui peut!
Has he again committed one of his stupid follies?" asked the marquis, uneasily. "If it only were a stupid folly! The vicomte had a quarrel last night with my son, because my son wished to hinder him from committing a dastardly act. My son boxed the vicomte's ears, upon which the latter tried to stab him with a knife." "Impossible!" cried Fougereuse, in a rage.
"And the conditions?" stammered Fougereuse hoarsely. "I will tell them to you directly; they are not very difficult to fulfil." "And should I refuse them?" "Do you really intend to refuse them?" asked the Jesuit, softly. Fougereuse bit his lips; he had already said too much. The Jesuit was a worthy pupil of his master, and the marquis felt that should he oppose him he would be the loser.
No matter what your embarrassments previously were, the fortune must have been sufficient to cover them and enrich you enormously besides!" replied Velletri. "Count, I was robbed of my legacy dastardly robbed," whined Fougereuse. The Italian rose up angrily. "Marquis," said he, "I am not used to bargaining and haggling. I ask you for the last time, what is your decision? I offer you peace or war.
You shall know it at once; the magnificent personage is Simon, the factotum of the Marquis Fougereuse. In his leisure hours the miserable wretch occupies himself with poisoning experiments, and it would not be a loss to humanity if he should never see daylight again. Come, boy, play your tricks; the performance begins." "Mercy," whispered Simon, for he was really the prisoner, "let me free."
'Monsieur, he said, earnestly, 'a Fougereuse should not demean himself by begging, and with that he gave me a draft for eighty thousand francs! What are eighty thousand francs for a man in my position? A drop of water on a hot stove." Simon nodded. "But the vicomte," he observed; "his majesty showers favors upon him " "I am much obliged for the favors!
At this moment a voice cried from the street: "Inspector, they are escaping over the roofs." It was Simon, the worthy steward of the Marquis of Fougereuse, who assisted the police to-day. He had stationed himself, with several officers, in front of the house, and had noticed two shadows gliding over the roofs. "Forward, men," cried the inspector. "We must catch them, dead or alive."
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