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The term "fellow" seemed to offend Prosper. "M. de Lagors, monsieur," he said, haughtily, "is M. Fauvel's nephew; he is a wealthy young man, handsome, intelligent, cultivated, and the best friend I have." "Hum!" said M. Verduret, "I shall be delighted to make the acquaintance of one adorned by so many charming qualities.
Three or four of his auditors rushed to the assistance of Mme. Fauvel, who seemed about to faint; and at the same time he felt his arm roughly seized by someone behind him. He turned around and faced De Clameran and Lagors, both of whom were pale with anger. "What do you want, gentlemen?" he inquired politely. "To speak to you," they both answered. "I am at your service."
When she had gained admittance, the appearance of a light in one of the windows on the first floor seemed to indicate the room to which she had been taken. By the aid of a ladder, Lecoq was able to watch what was going on within through the shutters. He saw Madeline standing opposite Lagors, evidently, from her attitude, pleading with him.
"Mamma Lagors won't object to footing his bills; mammas are created for the special purpose of paying bills." And, not observing that his wife had turned pale at these jocular words, he turned to Raoul, and added: "Don't disturb yourself about a small sum like this, my boy; when you want money, come to me." What could Mme. Fauvel say?
Some people may assert that the widow Lagors had a child born after her husband's death. This objection has been destroyed by the age of your friend. Raoul is twenty-four, and M. de Lagors has not been dead twenty years." "But," said Prosper thoughtfully, "who can Raoul be?" "I don't know. The fact is, I am more perplexed to find out who he is, than to know whom he is not.
There was Madeleine at this hour of the night, alone with Raoul de Lagors in his room! M. Verduret observed that she still wore her shawl and bonnet. She was standing in the middle of the room, talking with great animation. Her look and gestures betrayed indignant scorn. There was an expression of ill-disguised loathing upon her beautiful face.
Bertomy had nothing but the highest praise for Lagors, but, on the other hand, spoke most disparagingly of the count. The count, it appeared, had proposed for the hand of Madeline, and had pressed his suit with great determination. And Madeline and this was what provided a new problem for Lecoq's consideration had tacitly accepted his attention.
Lagors asked if she knew anything serious. 'She knows nothing but what I told you, replied Clameran; 'but this nothing, falling in the ear of a man with any suspicions, will be more than enough to work on." M. Verduret smiled like a man who had his reasons for appreciating at their just value De Clameran's fears.
"Then," said Prosper, "from all this I judge that M. de Clameran was very poor when I met him for the first time at M. Fauvel's?" "Evidently." "And about that time Lagors arrived from the country?" "Precisely." "And about a month after his appearance Madeleine suddenly banished me?" "Well," exclaimed M. Verduret, "I am glad you are beginning to understand the state of affairs."
He must possess overwhelming proofs before taking any active steps. Success depended upon present secrecy. He began by calling his valet, and ordering him to bring to him every letter that should come to the house. He then wrote to a notary at St. Remy, for minute and authentic information about the Lagors family, and especially about Raoul.
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