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Updated: May 19, 2025
There, standing in the centre of the grass plot and speaking low, the friends were at too great a distance to be overheard if any one were lurking near enough to listen to them; they were also sure of time to change the conversation if others unwarily approached. "Why couldn't we have stayed in a room in the chateau?" asked Grevin.
"But see here, my dear fellow, what game are you playing?" cried Grevin. "Ha, my friend, a double game is a dangerous one, but this, taking Fouche into account, is a triple one. He may have nosed the fact that I am in the secrets of the house of Bourbon." "You?" "I," replied Malin. "Have you forgotten Favras?" The words made an impression on the councillor.
Monsieur and Madame Beauvisage had also in prospect their double inheritance from old Grevin on one side, and the old farmer's wife Beauvisage on the other. Great provincial fortunes are usually the product of time multiplied by economy. Thirty years of old age make capital.
"Since when?" asked Grevin, after a pause. "Since the Consulate for life." "I hope there's no proof of it?" "Not that!" said Malin, clicking his thumb-nail against his teeth.
Don't you think that Fouche may be sounding you so as to get to the bottom of your mind, and then get rid of you?" "No; I am sure of my go-between. Besides, Fouche would never, under those circumstances, send me such fellows as these; he would know they would make me suspicious." "They alarm me," said Grevin. "If Fouche does not distrust you, and is not seeking to probe you, why does he send them?
Monsieur Grevin, the notary of Arcis, Madame Marion, the wife of the receiver-general, and her sister-in-law are staying at Gondreville." Laurence had chosen the mid-lent day for their purpose because it enabled her to give her servants a holiday and so get them out of the way. The usual masquerade drew the peasantry to the town and no one was at work in the fields.
The two ladies thought it a cry of fear. "Listen!" said Madame Grevin, "can there be robbers?" "No, nonsense!" said Grevin, "only carnival cries; the masqueraders must be coming to pay us a visit." This discussion gave time for the four strangers to close the doors towards the courtyards and to lock up Violette and the valet.
From that moment Michu became more absorbed and taciturn than ever, and obtained the reputation of a man who was capable of committing a crime. He never came to Gondreville; leaving all matters concerning the property to the management of Grevin, the Arcis notary. After all, what had he to fear? he, a former representative of the Aube, and president of a club of Jacobins.
"You have fifty thousand francs beneath the floor of your bedroom under your bed, pere Violette; you will give them to me two weeks after we sign the deed of sale before Grevin " Violette stared at Michu and grew livid. "Ah! you came here to spy upon a Jacobin who had the honor to be president of the club at Arcis, and you imagine he will let you get the better of him!
She saw she had enough to do in her old age in taking care of her property. That nothing might give her uneasiness of mind, she proceeded, by the help of Monsieur Grevin, the notary of Arcis, to liquidate her husband's estate, although her son made no request whatever for a settlement. The result proved that she owed him the sum of one hundred and fifty thousand francs.
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