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Lydie, who had been taught music by Schmucke, was herself a musician capable of composing; she could wash in a sepia drawing, and paint in gouache and water-color. Every Sunday Peyrade dined at home with her. On that day this worthy was wholly paternal. Lydie, religious but not a bigot, took the Sacrament at Easter, and confessed every month.
The same poison, according to the use that is made of it, may give either death or health." "But, monsieur," said la Peyrade, "shall I not always be to her an object of horror?" "The doctor, monsieur," said Katte, opening the door. "How is Mademoiselle Lydie?" asked la Peyrade, eagerly. "Very calm," replied Katte.
"We must close his eyes," said Contenson, lifting Peyrade on to the bed. "We are doing a stupid thing," said Corentin. "Let us carry him into his own room. His daughter is half demented, and she will go quite mad when she sees that he is dead; she will fancy that she has killed him." Lydie, seeing them carry away her father, looked quite stupefied.
Now, if you think the right moment has come, I should be glad if you would give me some better light on the mission you are doing me the honor to place in my hands." "You spoke just now," replied du Portail, "of the cousin of Theodose, Mademoiselle Lydie de la Peyrade.
Contenson had brought all his experience into play in his search for Lydie, and hoped to discover in what house she was hidden; but as the days went by, the impossibility, absolutely demonstrated, of tracing the slightest clue, added, hour by hour, to Peyrade's despair. The old spy had a sort of guard about him of twelve or fifteen of the most experienced detectives.
"While you were pretending to be an Englishman, some one else was pretending to be Peyrade. Your little Lydie thought she was with her father, and she is now in a safe place. Oh! you will never find her! unless you undo the mischief you have done." "What mischief?" "Yesterday Monsieur Lucien de Rubempre had the door shut in his face at the Duc de Grandlieu's.
Hearing his cry, Lydie turned round, and fixing her attention on Corentin, she said: "How naughty and troublesome you are to come and disturb me; you know very well I don't like to be listened to. Ah! but " she added, catching sight of la Peyrade's black coat, "you have brought the doctor; that is very kind of you; I was just going to ask you to send for him.
If anybody had soiled this jewel, her father would have invented, to swallow him alive, one of those dreadful plots in which, under the Restoration, the unhappy wretches were trapped who were designate to die on the scaffold. A thousand crowns were ample maintenance for Lydie and Katt, whom she called nurse.
Daddy," added he, slapping Peyrade on the shoulder, "you may get more than a hundred thousand francs to settle on Lydie." "Don't tell me that, Corentin. If your scheme should fail, I cannot tell what I might not do " "You will have it by to-morrow perhaps! The Abbe, my dear fellow, is most astute; we shall have to kiss his spurs; he is a very superior devil. But I have him sure enough.
"Though you have been such a fool as give us this hold for our clutches, you still have sense enough to meditate on this ultimatum from our government. Do not bark, say nothing to any one; go to Contenson's, and change your dress, and then go home. Katt will tell you that at a word from you your little Lydie went downstairs, and has not been seen since.
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