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Hortense, who had followed Renine, was surprised to recognize her as a maid whom she had had in her service when a girl: "What! Is that you, Lucienne? Are you Madame Pancaldi?" The newcomer looked at her, recognized her also and seemed embarrassed.
Marius de Tregars was assuming fantastic proportions in the mind of Maxence. "How did you manage," he stammered, "thus to find out the truth?" "With time and money, every thing is possible." "But you must have had grave reasons to take so much trouble about Lucienne." "Very grave ones, indeed." "You know that she was basely forsaken when quite a child?" "Perfectly."
I had had sufficient proofs since my elevation of the deadly hatred borne me by those whom my good fortune had rendered my enemies: yet, hitherto, my strongest apprehensions had never been directed to anything more terrible than being supplanted in the favor of the king, or being confined in my chateau du Lucienne.
I've had to send them to school; Lucienne has begun to learn the piano and Marcelle has some taste for drawing. . . . By the way, I would have brought them with me, but I feared it would upset them too much. You will excuse me, won't you?" Then she spoke of all the worries which she had had with her husband on account of Salvat's ignominious death.
I was smothered under a pile of cabbages, with Lucienne on one side of me and Esther, unconscious, on the other. I could see nothing. I know we halted at the barrier. I thought we would be recognised, turned back! My God! how I trembled!" "Bah!" broke in the other, with a careless laugh. "It is not so difficult as it seems. We have done it before eh, Ffoulkes?
Lucienne, the various attempts upon her life; and he had just taken out of the file the letter of information which had been intrusted to him, in order to compare the writing with that of the letter taken from his adversary by M. de Tregars, when the latter came in all out of breath. "Zelie has spoken!" he said. And, at once addressing Maxence,
Lucienne, he had started for the Hotel des Folies, leaving his sister alone at home. He retired to his room, as she had requested him, and, sinking upon his old arm-chair in a fit of the deepest distress, "She is singing," he murmured: "Mme. Fortin has not told her any thing." And at the same moment Mlle. Lucienne had resumed her song, the words of which reached him like a bitter raillery, "Hope!
And at this moment she was plunged in such despair, that her sister's sudden appearance on the scene did not even astonish her: "Ah! it's you," she gasped. "Ah! if you only knew what a blow's fallen on me in the middle of all our worries!" Madame Theodore at once thought of the children, Lucienne and Marcelle. "Are your daughters ill?" she asked.
And, without giving any more explanations, he started again. He had no doubt that Maxence, after leaving him, had run to the Hotel des Folies to give to Mlle. Lucienne an account of the day's work. And, though somewhat annoyed that he had tarried so long, on second thought, he was not surprised. It was, therefore, to the Hotel des Folies that he was going.
"At last we have a positive fact," he went on, "a foundation upon which to base our accusations. Don't be uneasy. That letter is going to place into our hands the scoundrel who assaulted you, who will make known the go-between, who himself will not fail to surrender the Baroness de Thaller. Lucienne shall be avenged. If we could only now lay our hands on Vincent Favoral! But we'll find him yet.
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