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Yes, we can marry her if we please to the son of a peer of France, for she will be an heiress." "A noble fortune!" said Monsieur Heron. "Monsieur Maxence Gilet will make up this loss to you," said Madame Hochon. "Let my hard-saved money go to a scapegrace like you? no, indeed!" cried Monsieur Hochon. "Forgive me!" stammered Baruch.
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."
"It is in Paris that he is hiding: I am sure of it. You have seen him?" Mlle. Lucienne really thought that Maxence was losing his mind. "I have seen your father I?" she said. "Yes, last evening. How could I have forgotten it? While you were waiting for me down stairs, between eleven and half-past eleven a middle-aged man, thin, wearing a long overcoat, came and asked for me." "Yes, I remember."
Favoral, "and also by M. Saint Pavin, the editor of 'the Financial Pilot." "By all of them, evidently," interrupted Maxence, "even by his manager, M. de Thaller." When a man is at the bottom of a precipice, what is the use of finding out how he has got there, whether by stumbling over a stone, or slipping on a tuft of grass! And yet it is always our foremost thought.
Maxence imagined, from this description, that he recognized his own father. And yet it seemed impossible, after what had happened, that he should dare to show himself on the Boulevard du Temple, where everybody knew him, within a step of the Cafe Turc, of which he was one of the oldest customers. "At what o'clock was he here?" he inquired. "I really can't tell," answered the landlady.
Gritte had rushed terrified to her master, crying out: "Monsieur, we shall be pillaged! the town is in revolt; Monsieur Maxence Gilet has been assassinated; he is dying! and they say it is Monsieur Joseph who has done it!" Monsieur Hochon dressed quickly, and came downstairs; but seeing the angry populace, he hastily retreated within the house, and bolted the door.
"Every thing possible will be done, and well done, by M. de Tregars. I am going home, therefore; and I am going to take you with me. I have a great deal to do and you'll help me." That was not exactly true; but he feared, on the part of Maxence, some imprudence which might compromise the success of M. de Tregars' mission.
La Cognette, a woman of forty, tall and plump, with the nose of a Roxelane, a swarthy skin, jet-black hair, brown eyes that were round and lively, and a general air of mirth and intelligence, was selected by Maxence Gilet, on account of her character and her talent for cookery, as the Leonarde of the Order.
Nevertheless, he claims to be a perfectly honest man, and declares that he is no more responsible for the swindles that are committed by means of his stocks than a gunsmith for a murder committed with a gun that he has sold. "But he will surely be able to tell us all about the Mutual Credit," repeated Maxence to M. de Tregars. Four o'clock struck when the carriage stopped in the Rue Joquelet.
During the autumn of 1806, Maxence, then seventeen, committed an involuntary murder, by frightening in the dusk a young woman who was pregnant, and who came upon him suddenly while stealing fruit in her garden. Threatened with the guillotine by Gilet, who doubtless wanted to get rid of him, Max fled to Bourges, met a regiment then on its way to Egypt, and enlisted.
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