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Updated: June 25, 2025
Deathly pale, Talizac looked at Montferrand, but before he had a chance to reply, a commotion was heard in the corridor, followed by a war of words.
Madeleine's blue eyes shot gleams of fire; she looked above her husband as if he had been empty air, and turned to the Marquis of Montferrand. "Monsieur le Marquis," she politely said, "my son desired me to offer you his apologies." "Apology?" repeated Montferrand, coldly, "for the box on the ear he got?" "No, my lord, but because he was so intoxicated as to raise the ire of your son.
"Jacques where is Jacques?" she incessantly repeated, and the fact that Louison was really her daughter seemed to have entirely escaped her. Arthur de Montferrand never turned his eyes from the girl for whose honor he had fought so bravely, and every time Louison looked up she met the eyes of the young nobleman.
"You are right, Bobichel," said Fanfaro, and, pressing a kiss upon his mother's forehead, he ran off with Girdel and the clown. While Montferrand and Talizac were struggling, Robeckal slipped up to the door and winked to Louison. She hurried out and implored Robeckal to bring her out of this miserable house.
"I have received the royal promise, and to-day Talizac will have his commission, and also the order of Saint-Louis." This was an immense joy to Fongereues, and from that moment the monarchist the Marquis de Montferrand felt that Talizac, a captain in the King's Guard, could do no evil. "Forgive a mother's vanity," continued Magdalena.
"Gudel, or Iron Jaws, and a scoundrel named Fanfar." "Indeed! Very good, sir, if you have come to arrest these men, do not let me detain you!" Arthur and Aubé exchanged a glance. Fanfar was by this time undoubtedly in safety. "The house is well watched," continued the Commissioner, "and they cannot escape our vigilance!" Montferrand started on hearing this.
The proprietor was astonished to see that the door was open, and that one of the gentlemen had vanished. Arthur and Fernando were there. Francine had seen the Italian before in the street, but Arthur was entirely unknown to her. "I hope, Mademoiselle, you will sing us something," said Montferrand, politely.
His gaze fell on Arthur, who did not look very attractive with his bloody clothes and torn shirt. "Who is this tramp?" asked the inspector roughly. "The tramp will have you thrown out if you are impertinent. My name is Arthur de Montferrand, and I am the son of the Marquis of Montferrand." The inspector opened his eyes wide with astonishment. How could such a mistake happen to him?
"It is only what one might expect from the Marquise of Fougereuse," said Montferrand politely, as he rose. "Good-by then, until this evening." The marquis accompanied the old man to the door, then returned to his wife and excitedly asked: "Madeleine, is all this true?" Instead of answering, the marquise contemptuously shrugged her shoulders and left the room to hunt up her son.
The marquis looked uneasily at the door, and was about to give an order to a servant to inquire after the cause of the disturbance, when the folding doors were thrown open and a man who carried the lifeless, dripping form of a young girl in his arms rushed into the ballroom. "Fanfaro!" cried Montferrand in amazement.
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