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Updated: June 17, 2025
The man bowed. "Andre, Andre," repeated Gandelu; "why, the name is familiar to me, and so is the face. Have I not met you at my father's house? Come in; we intend to have a jovial evening." "I really cannot," pleaded Andre. "I have an engagement." "Throw it over then; we intend to keep you, now that we have got you."
The Madame de Chantemille, the Zora of the youthful Gandelu, was there, attired in what to his eyes seemed a most dazzling costume. Rose seemed a little timid as Gandelu almost dragged her into the room. "How silly you are!" said he. "What is there to be frightened at? He is only in a rage with his flunkies for having kept us waiting."
All at once his door burst open, and a hurricane of silks, velvets, feathers, and lace whirled in. With extreme surprise, the young artist recognized the beautiful features of Rose, alias Zora de Chantemille. Gaston de Gandelu followed her, and at once began, "Here we are," said he, "all right again. Did you expect to see us?" "Not in the least."
Yes, five bills of one thousand francs each, drawn by Gandelu, and accepted by Martin Rigal. I received them from the Mutual Loan Society, but they are no longer in my hands." "Is that the case?" murmured Gaston, growing sick with apprehension. "Yes, I sent them to my cloth merchants at St. Etienne, Rollon and Company."
The girl easily found the cause of his hesitation. "Will you never forget that I am wealthy?" replied she. "The one would bring in the most money," he returned, "and the other most credit." "Then accept the offer of M. Gandelu." The old cuckoo-clock in the corner struck five.
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