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Is that any reason why our money should be lost? I hope not. And so what should we do? Act prudently, and wait patiently for the work of justice." Already, by this time, the creditors had slipped out one by one; and soon the servant closed the door on the last of them. Then Mme. Favoral, Maxence, and Mlle. Gilberte surrounded M. Chapelain, and, pressing his hands,
The cashier's home had resumed its habits of before the war, its drowsy monotony scarcely disturbed by the Saturday dinner, by M. Desclavettes' naivetes or old Desormeaux's puns. Maxence, in the mean time, had ceased to live with his parents.
But all agreed that he was a sharp one; who would surely make his fortune, and without passing through the police-courts, either. "How can our father and such a man be so intimately connected?" wondered Maxence and his sister. And they were lost in conjectures, when suddenly, at an hour when he never set his foot in the house, M. Favoral appeared. Throwing a letter upon his daughter's lap,
Weary of her master, and fearing that he might live to be very old, since he was able to bear up under their criminal practices, she formed the very simple plan of leaving Issoudun and being married to Maxence in Paris, after obtaining from Jean-Jacques the transfer of the income in the Funds.
The story spread along the river, as far as Bougival and Rueil. And one morning an officer of gendarmes called at the house; and I don't exactly know what would have happened, if I had not obstinately maintained that I had broken my arm in falling down stairs." What surprised Maxence most was Mlle. Lucienne's simple and natural tone. No emphasis, scarcely an appearance of emotion.
Look out for next Sunday's number!" Peace being made, the gentlemen continued their walk in the most friendly manner, M. Costeclar pointing out to Maxence all the celebrities who were passing by them in their carriages. He had just designated to his attention Mme. and Mlle. de Thaller, accompanied by two gigantic footmen, when, suddenly interrupting himself, and rising on tiptoe,
Fortunately I was easily able to demonstrate my innocence; and, at the end of two weeks, a jailer opened the door to me, saying, 'Go: you are free!" Maxence understood now the gently ironical smile with which Mlle. Lucienne had heard him assert that he, too, had been very unhappy. What a life hers had been!
And, to crown all these deeds of kindness, he runs away now, after stealing twelve millions, leaving us nothing but misery and a disgraced name. "And yet," he added, "is it possible that a cashier should take twelve millions, and his employer know nothing of it? And is our father really the only man who benefitted by these millions?" Then came back to the mind of Maxence and Mlle.
The confectioner and his wife were casting indignant glances at the proprietors of the Hotel des Folies. "You see, M. Favoral," replied Mme. Fortin, "such a girl as that was not made for our neighborhood. You must make up your mind to it; you won't see much more of her on the Boulevard du Temple." Without saying a word, Maxence ran to his room, the hot tears streaming from his eyes.
M. Fortin had long ago come up and put out the gas on the stairs. One by one, every noise had died away in the hotel. Nothing now disturbed the silence of the night save the distant sound of some belated cab on the Boulevard. But neither Maxence nor Mlle.
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