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Updated: June 19, 2025
Since he had been on duty at the markets he had met her at almost every step, loitering in one or another of the covered ways, and generally in the company of Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette. He had noticed also that the three women stealthily examined him, and seemed lost in amazement at seeing him installed in the position of inspector.
"We have only been here some five minutes, said Madame Lecoeur unblushingly, as her brother-in-law still stood hesitating. "Well, then, I'll go upstairs and see. I'll risk the five flights," rejoined Gavard with a laugh. La Sarriette stepped forward as though she wished to detain him, but her aunt took hold of her arm and drew her back. "Let him alone, you big simpleton!" she whispered.
"You would like some larded veal, wouldn't you?" she asked, bringing a yellow pan towards her. Madame Lecoeur seemed to be thinking the matter over at considerable length; however, she at last said that she would have some. Lisa had now begun to cut into the contents of the pans, from which she removed slices of larded veal and hare pate on the tip of a broad-bladed knife.
"Six gendarmes!" murmured La Sarriette, admiringly; "he must have a very heavy fist!" "And he's made away with plenty of others, as well," added Mademoiselle Saget. "I shouldn't advise you to meet him at night!" "What a villain!" stammered out Madame Lecoeur, quite terrified.
I fancy she's got something very important to tell you abut my uncle Gavard." On hearing this, Madame Lecoeur abruptly ceased working. She at once abandoned both butter and dye, and did not even wait to wipe her arms.
Then she asked its price. "To me!" she added, with a smile. "Oh, nothing to you," replied Madame Lecoeur. "I'll make you a present of it." And again she exclaimed: "Ah, if I were only rich!" Mademoiselle Saget thereupon told her that some day or other she would be rich. The Bondon had already disappeared within the old maid's bag.
Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette were in their own fashion keeping the oaths of silence they had taken. For her own part, Mademoiselle Saget warily held her tongue, leaving the two others to circulate the story of Florent's antecedents.
Before locking the wardrobe up again, Madame Lecoeur searched it thoroughly from top to bottom. It contained all the political works which were forbidden admission into the country, the pamphlets printed at Brussels, the scandalous histories of the Bonapartes, and the foreign caricatures ridiculing the Emperor.
"I'm sure that La Normande said something or other insolent," remarked Madame Lecoeur knowingly, when the fish-girl had left them. "It is just her way; and it scarcely becomes a creature like her to talk as she did of Lisa." The three women looked at each other and smiled.
Madame Leonce says that things are awful, for this pistol is always lying about on the table or the mantelpiece; and she daren't dust anywhere near it. But that isn't all. His money " "His money!" echoed Madame Lecoeur, with blazing cheeks. "Well, he's disposed of all his stocks and shares. He's sold everything, and keeps a great heap of gold in a cupboard."
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