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Contenson would tell him for five hundred francs what Louchard wanted to see a thousand crowns for. The rapid calculation plainly proves that if the man's heart was in possession of love, his head was still that of the lynx stock-jobber.
"To be sure," cried Esther; "give me leave to dress." "But, unfortunately, mademoiselle, I am obliged to make sure that you have no way of getting out of your room," said Louchard. All this passed so quickly that the Baron had not yet had time to intervene.
"Matters look serious," said the Spaniard, when Lucien had told him all. "The Baron, who employs Louchard to hunt up the girl, will certainly be sharp enough to set a spy at your heels, and everything will come out.
Contenson handed him three packets covered with blue paper, which the Baron took, looking at the man, and adding in an undertone: "It should hafe been a better day's vork for you ven you had gife me notice." "Why, how should I know you were here, Monsieur le Baron?" replied the spy, heedless whether Louchard heard him. "You lost my services by withdrawing your confidence.
"Madame Louchard!" repeated la Peyrade, "are you any relation to Monsieur Louchard of the commercial police?" "His wife, monsieur, but legally separated from him. A horrid man who wants me to go back to him; but I, though I'm ready to forgive most things, I can't forgive a want of respect; just imagine that he dared to raise his hand against me!"
"Ah! you shall see. I am like you a gift for a gift! Oh, my good man, your adored one has been extravagant. These girls know no moderation. Your princess is at this moment what we call a fly by night " "A fly ?" "Come, come, don't play the simpleton. Louchard is at her heels, and I I have lent her fifty thousand francs " "Twenty-fife say!" cried the banker.
"You would cheapen a gold mine!" said Louchard, bowing and leaving. "I shall get dat address for five hundert franc!" cried the Baron, who desired his servant to send his secretary to him. Turcaret is no more.
"Yes, at that time I had in the environs of Ville d'Avray a very beautiful place, with park and coverts and a stream for fishing; but as I was alone I found it dull, and several of these ladies and gentlemen said to me, 'Madame Louchard, why don't you organize parties in the style of picnics?"
"Is that man really the Baron de Nucingen?" asked Europe to Louchard, giving weight to the doubt by a gesture which Mademoiselle Dupont, the low comedy servant of the Francais, might have envied. "Yes, mademoiselle," said Louchard. "Yes," replied Contenson. "I shall be answerable," said the Baron, piqued in his honor by Europe's doubt. "You shall 'llow me to say ein vort to her."
On leaving Madame Louchard, la Peyrade flung himself into a street-cab and there gave way to a passion of tears like that Madame Colleville had witnessed on the day he believed that Cerizet had got the better of him in the sale of the house. What was his position now?
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