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Updated: May 25, 2025
"There is no time for beating round the bush. What about two young persons sent to you by your cousin Michel Greboeuf, of St. Sulpice?" "Mercy on us!" exclaimed Jean, in great agitation. "Do you know that they are here?" "Of course," replied Jasmin. "When did they come?" "Early this afternoon," said the innkeeper; "but I was not to say a word about it." "Are they within?"
"At any rate," replied Clotilde, "I will try what I can do with my uncle, and I think I may do more than either or both of you just now." "But how can I stay here?" pleaded Marguerite. "I have not forgotten that; you can remain here no longer, and there is but one thing to be done. Isidore must take you at once and place you under the care of Greboeuf, at St. Sulpice.
The poor young lady was in a terrible way about it, I can tell you, madame. However, we all went down together to the chapel, and that is how it came about." "What! are they still here then?" asked Madame de Valricour, eagerly. "O dear, no!" replied Greboeuf. "Our poor place is not fit for the like of them, for I assure you, madame, I think they be quite gentle folks." "Poor place indeed!
In spite of his agitation, the marquis succeeded in commanding himself so far as to be able to question Greboeuf more than once respecting the circumstances he had narrated; but the more he questioned the more clear it became that he was telling the truth.
With as much composure as he could assume the marquis dismissed Greboeuf with a handsome reward, and now turning to Perigord, said, "But even if we are sure that they have gone to Nantes, what clue have we as to where they may be lodged?" "They have gone to my brother, Jean Perigord, who keeps an inn on the Quai La Fosse called the 'Great Gun."
It was not long before Madame de Valricour was closeted with de Crillon, who had by this time arrived at the convent. "We have come too late," said she, bitterly, after describing her interviews with the curé and Greboeuf. De Crillon shrugged his shoulders. "I presume, then," said he, "that there is nothing more to be done." "Nothing more!" retorted the lady, impetuously.
Monsieur Perigord was ready with his proofs; and with his master's permission forthwith summoned Michel Greboeuf, who had come to the chateau an hour since. Not only was he able to describe his own conversation with Madame de Valricour, from which her presence at St.
He then told me that it was his wish that the marriage should be solemnised, not at the convent, but at our little chapel here, adding that he would arrange, if possible, to meet me there in an hour's time. He did so, and the marriage took place in the presence of Michel Greboeuf and his wife. I have nothing more to add."
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