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She fancied she understood the commissary's idea, and could catch a glimpse of the truth. "Good heavens!" she murmured. But Maxence didn't notice any thing, his mind being wholly bent upon following the commissary's deductions.
Amanda the chambermaid who has been in the house fifteen years, told us some stories that would make you jump. She was not much for spending, Zelie; but some of the others, it seems . . ." It required the greatest effort on the part of Maxence and M. de Tregars not to play, but only to pretend to play, and to continue to count imaginary points, "One, two, three, four."
One stockholder alone did not seem to share the general enthusiasm: he was no other than our old friend, M. Chapelain, the ex-lawyer. "That fellow, Thaller, is just capable of getting himself out of the scrape," he grumbled. "I must tell Maxence." We have every species of courage in France, and to a superior degree, except that of braving public opinion.
Certain, now, that M. de Tregars would remain on the lookout, Maxence was knocking on the table with his fist, to call the waiter, who was busy playing billiards with a customer. And when he came at last, justly annoyed at being disturbed, "Give us two mugs of beer," Maxence ordered, "and bring us a pack of cards."
"M. d'Avranchel will receive you," he said. And, leading Maxence to the extremity of the gallery, he opened a small door, and pushed him in, saying at the same time, "That is it, sir: walk in." It was a small room, with a low ceiling, and poorly furnished.
So, although Major Potel and Captain Renard, two officers living in the Rome suburb, were friends to Maxence Gilet "through thick and thin," Major Mignonnet and Captain Carpentier took sides with the bourgeoisie, and thought his conduct unworthy of a man of honor.
Be friendly to our guests, and remember that I love Agathe." "And you love Maxence Gilet also, who is getting the property away from your dear Agathe! Ah! you've warmed a viper in your bosom there; but after all, the Rouget money is bound to go to a Lousteau."
Max slowly returned to the place Saint-Jean, situated in the upper part of the town, between the port Saint-Jean and the port Vilatte, the quarter of the rich bourgeoisie. Maxence Gilet had concealed his fears, but the news had struck home. His experience on the hulks at Cabrera had taught him a dissimulation as deep and thorough as his corruption.
He was pale; and his face bore the trace of the crushing fatigues of the day, of the cares which oppressed him, of the reflections which had been suggested to his mind by the quarrel of which he had nearly been the victim a few moments since. "Maxence is not here?" he asked at once. "We have not seen him," answered Mlle. Gilberte. He seemed so much surprised, that Mme. Favoral was frightened.
He was poor: he thought my father very rich; and he had asked me a delay of three years to conquer a fortune which might enable him to aspire to my hand." She stopped: all the blood in her veins was rushing to her face. "This morning," she said, "at the news of our disaster, he came . . ." "Here?" interrupted Maxence. "Yes, brother, here.
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