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Nothing could have been more natural than this scene, nor that Gudel should have accepted the brandy and water offered him, and it would have been a very distrustful nature that would have suspected any secret understanding between Gudel and the two men with whom he was now drinking.
"Yes, and we must have a little talk, but where I know not." Fanfar's tone struck his friend as being rather depressed. "What is it?" said Gudel. "You have had encounters with the police before, and will have again, I imagine." "It is not that; but first we will walk over these roofs, to the end." "Very good!" They started, Fanfar going a little in front. Suddenly he stopped.
I did not want to hurry Brelion and Bechette." "What! Have you those two animals yet?" "To be sure. Why not? They don't look their age." "And your wife?" Gudel, or Iron Jaws, as he was called, hesitated a moment. "Things are going smoothly there, I hope," said the innkeeper, with a wink. "Well! We will talk of something else, if you please!"
You know, too, that his father was murdered by the allies, his mother was burned by the Cossacks, and his sister, poor little soul, died of starvation. Do you wonder that Fanfar hates the Bourbons? And you ask if you may trust him!" There was a brief silence, and then the man who looked like an old soldier spoke. "Gudel," he said, "we believe you.
Naturally a dozen innocent men were accused of uttering this incendiary exclamation, while Gudel, in a quiet livery, was not interfered with. Irène de Salves never moved her eyes from Fanfar. Finally, quiet was restored. "Mr. President," said Fanfar, "my father fell in the French frontier, fighting against the Cossacks and the emigrés. There are no assassins in our family!"
"I wish to thank you, young man," said the Marquis, turning to Fanfar, "for saving my life." Fanfar answered courteously. "You were in peril. I only did my duty." "Do not forget that if I can ever serve you, you are to apply to me without hesitation," said the Marquis, and bowing he left the room. Fanfar and Gudel were now alone.
Schwann had returned to his saucepans. "Well?" said the soldier, leaning over his glass as if to smell the wine. "All goes well," answered Gudel. "The grain was well sown the harvest waits." "We will talk elsewhere. Did you notice that fellow who sat reading over there in the corner?" "Yes a bad face. A lacquey, I think." "A lacquey or a spy. Look out for him!
Caillette took up her needle, as the door opened to admit Gudel. He was not alone, two ladies of aristocratic bearing were with him. "But, my dear Irène, this is a strange caprice," said the elder of the two. "What will the Countess say?" "My dear Madame Ursula, it would oblige me if you would cease your moans, that is, unless you should prefer to return to the château alone!"
His enormous shoulders, his bull neck, contrasted with Fanfar's delicate form. Gudel tossed heavy weights and bent iron bars, and did all sorts of wonderful things. No one noticed the agility with which Fanfar, in his subordinate rôle, passed these weights to his employer. And now, the principal feat was to be performed.
Gudel came toward the two men. "If these gentlemen desire it," he said, politely, "I will take them on early to-morrow morning in my wagon." "That is an excellent idea!" cried the innkeeper. "With Iron Jaws there is no danger." The strange costume worn by Gudel, and the equally strange name by which Schwann called him, did not seem to amaze the two strangers.
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