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Too late the virgin nature, the epicure-Cato, the righteous man almost without sin, was discovering the Presidente's real character the sac of gall that did duty for her heart. The last links that bound him to life, the chains of admiration, the strong ties that bind the art lover to Art's masterpieces, had been snapped that morning.
If in his private office, as he showed himself to La Cibot, he was the common knife that a murderer catches up for his crime, now, at the Presidente's door, he was the daintily-wrought dagger which a woman sets among the ornaments on her what-not. A great change had taken place in the Rue de Hanovre.
For the past five years Pons had listened to Mme. la Presidente's lamentations as she beheld one young lawyer after another led to the altar, while all the newly appointed judges at the Tribunal were fathers of families already; and she, all this time, had displayed Mlle. de Marville's brilliant expectations before the undazzled eyes of young Vicomte Popinot, eldest son of the great man of the drug trade, he of whom it was said by the envious tongues of the neighborhood of the Rue des Lombards, that the Revolution of July had been brought about at least as much for his particular benefit as for the sake of the Orleans branch.
For a month he was satisfied with the Presidente's commonplace explanations of Pons' disappearance; but at last it struck him as singular that the old musician, a friend of forty years' standing, should first make them so valuable a present as a fan that belonged to Mme. de Pompadour, and then immediately discontinue his visits.
Suddenly one of them, a most vivacious girl, and evidently the belle of the village, leaned over and in persuasive tones suggested that we women leave our hats, each real creations of millinery art, for their walls, at which witticism they all giggled explosively and shrugged their shoulders in rapturous appreciation of our confusion; all but the presidente's wife, who looked shocked at such presumption and spoke to the younger women warningly in Visayan.
"You can come simply as two ladies, brought by my friend Schmucke, and make M. Brunner's acquaintance without betraying yourselves. Frederic need not in the least know who you are." "Admirable!" cried the President. The attention they paid to the once scorned parasite may be left to the imagination! Poor Pons that day became the Presidente's cousin.
The Presidente's palace was a blaze of lights. Conspirators were being arrested and cast into prison. Vehicles of all sorts were bearing dinner guests to the Hotel Garcia and dashing away.
The soldiers guarding the Presidente's box leaped across, but from one of them he took a rifle and beat them on their heads with it. From the other box Colonel Jacinto Fierro was shooting at him with a revolver. The first shot killed a soldier. This I know for a fact. I saw it. But the second shot struck John Harned in the side.
M. Leboeuf, President of the Tribunal, is acquainted with M. de Marville, and can answer inquiries about me " The Presidente's shrug was so ruthlessly significant, that Fraisier was compelled to make short work of his parenthetic discourse. "So distinguished a woman will at once understand why I speak of myself in the first place. It is the shortest way to the property."
Shall we see you to-morrow at Madame la Presidente's? If you should desire to have an occasion to speak to her, I do not doubt that you will make your peace. Women Demand Respect I should never have expected it, Marquis. What! My zeal in your behalf has drawn your reproaches down upon me? I share with the Countess the bad humor her severity has caused! you. Do you know?
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