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While Baptiste and the marquise's maid hurried to her assistance, Fougereuse gazed vacantly before him, and then raising his head, he passionately exclaimed: "You lie my son had no duel!" "Would to God you were right, marquis," replied Gaston, sorrowfully; "unfortunately it is the truth. The vicomte and Arthur de Montferrand fought a duel, and the sword of the latter ran through Talizac's heart!"
"Where am I to turn? What shall I do first? My head is dizzy." He held himself more erect. "But this is no time to give way. Thank you, sir, for your generous offer, of which I may avail myself later." "I regret to have seemed, even for a moment, the accomplice of these men. My name is Arthur, son of the Marquis de Montferrand. Here is my card." Fanfar took the bit of shining pasteboard.
"Bring me some wash water," said the vicomte, without noticing Rolla's sensitiveness, and turning to Velletri, he added: "Montferrand handled me roughly; I look as if I had been torn from the gallows." "As if you won't get there one of these days," growled Rolla; and, lighting a candle, she said aloud, "If the gentlemen wish I will conduct them to the 'Marquise." "Go on; where is she?"
She was aware that a powerful magnet in the person of Louison attracted him across the ocean, and when the young nobleman landed in France again, after the lapse of a few months, he was accompanied by a handsome young wife, whom the old Marquis of Montferrand warmly welcomed to the home of his fathers for was she not a scion of the house of Fougereuse, and the sole heiress of all the property of that family?
With these words, she handed Arthur de Montferrand, for he was the young man, the following note: "Whoever wants to see Fanfaro once more should come to the fisherman's cottage of Antoine Michel, in Havre, on the 18th day of March." "I received a similar invitation," said Arthur.
"Yes; why, what is the matter with you?" "Nothing; tell me how old is the girl?" "About sixteen." "My God, that would just be right; but no, it cannot be." "Monsieur Fanfaro," said Montferrand, gently, "can I do anything for you, you seem to be in trouble?" "Oh, I have a horrible suspicion, I cannot explain it to you now, but the age and the name agree.
It's the 'Marquise. Oh, heavens! her cries have ceased, she must be dead!" Twenty men, in company with the landlord, rushed into the young men's rooms. Louison was no longer there, and in the centre Montferrand and the vicomte were still fighting with one another. Montferrand had already taken the knife away from the drunken man, when the vicomte angrily rushed at Arthur and hit him in the neck.
"That man, sir, of whom you speak so rudely," said Arthur, with some heat, "is the son of the Marquis de Montferrand." "I beg ten thousand pardons!" said the official, in the most obsequious tone, "but this house is a den " "A den!" gasped Aubé. "Yes, a den where the enemies of our beloved king plot together." "And who are these enemies? What may their names be?"
Can it be she! Am I going mad?" "What are you saying, sir?" and Montferrand seemed to feel a real interest. "You can't understand, but I shall save her. If I chance to meet that Talizac, I will crush him as I would a venomous reptile!" "You are going in pursuit of the girl?" asked Aubé. "Most certainly, nor will I rest until I have rescued her!" "Accept my services," said Montferrand.
Fongereues writhed under this severe language, and yet he tried to contain himself, for De Montferrand was a precious ally. It was he who had induced Monsieur de Salves to accept the overtures of marriage made by the De Fongereues family. "Speak," he said, "speak frankly. Your age and the long intimacy existing between our families give you the right to do so."
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