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Shaking his head, and making allusion to events of which he kept the secret, "I really believe," approved Maxence, "that, to reach the enemies of our father, M. de Tregars possesses some powerful means; and what they are we will doubtless soon know, since I have an appointment with him for to-morrow morning."
To keep Philippe from assisting his uncle at this crisis, he had given Kouski strict orders not to open the door to any one. Flore away, the miserable old man grew frantic, and the situation of things approached a crisis. During his walk through the town, Maxence Gilet was avoided by many persons who a day or two earlier would have hastened to shake hands with him.
"I claim the second toast," said Mignonnet, as he rose. "Let us drink to those who attempted to restore his son!" Every one present, except Maxence Gilet, bowed to Philippe Bridau, and stretched their glasses towards him. "One word," said Max, rising.
Gilberte had laid it, and commenced reading it again, scanning each syllable, as if in hopes of discovering in each word some hidden meaning. "What did you say to Costeclar?" he resumed, "what did you do to him to make him take such a determination?" "Nothing," answered Maxence and Mlle. Gilberte. The hope of being at last rid of that man inspired Mme. Favoral with something like courage.
In consequence of the vindictive Spaniard's terrible speech, Max and the Rabouilleuse became the object of certain comments which were merely whispered in Issoudun, though they were spoken aloud in Bourges, Vatan, Vierzon, and Chateauroux. Maxence Gilet knew enough of that region of the country to guess how envenomed such comments would become. "We can't stop their tongues," he said at last. "Ah!
"That, sir, is the direction left by the customer 'Mark on each end of the trunks, in large letters, "Rio de Janeiro."" Maxence could not suppress an exclamation. "Oh!" But the tradesman mistook him; and, seizing this magnificent opportunity to display his knowledge, "Rio de Janeiro is the capital of Brazil," he said in a tone of importance.
"Well, he is the son of that famous cashier who has just run off with twelve millions, after ruining a thousand families. It don't seem to trouble him, either; for there he is, going out to spend a pleasant day with his mistress, and to treat her to a fine dinner with the old man's money." Meantime, Maxence and Lucienne reached the commissary's house. He was at home; they walked in.
I started in quest of new lodgings, followed by a porter, carrying my trunk; but as I was crossing the Boulevard, not getting quick enough out of the way of a handsome private carriage which was coming at full trot, I was knocked down, and trampled under the horses's feet." Without allowing Maxence to interrupt her, "I had lost consciousness," went on Mlle. Lucienne.
"Before trying the last means, which will be to fight that big reprobate," replied Maxence, " we must play double or quits, and try our grand stroke. Let the old idiot go with his nephew." "But that big brute won't mince matters," remonstrated Flore; "he'll call things by their right names." "Listen to me," said Maxence in a harsh voice.
"With your ideas, young man," he added, looking at Joseph, "you haven't force enough to struggle with a practised scoundrel like Maxence Gilet. No matter what I say to you, you will commit some folly. But, at any rate, tell me everything you see, and hear, and do to-night. Go, and God be with you! Try to get alone with your uncle.
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