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He met Claude Rigal, the old sergeant, who had left one of his arms at Sebastopol. He was growing gray nay, white; for time passes, and the soldiers of the Crimea will soon be old men. "Here!" said the Cure, "I have twenty francs for you." "Twenty francs? But I never asked for anything; I don't want anything; I have my pension." His pension! Seven hundred francs!
He wanted to find out the one common interest that bound all these plotters together Verminet, Van Klopen, Mascarin, Hortebise, and Martin Rigal. As he submitted all this strange combination of persons to the test, the thought of Gaston de Gandelu came across his mind.
He worked harder than all his clerks put together, for, after having spent the morning in his counting house over his papers, he received all business clients. On the day after Flavia and Paul Violaine had met at Van Klopen's, M. Martin Rigal was, at about half-past five, closeted with one of his female clients.
The young lady, Mademoiselle Rigal, saw him, and fell in love with him." A clever man like Catenac should have foreseen what was coming, but he had not, and at this conclusion he uttered a loud exclamation of surprise. "Yes, just so," said Mascarin, with an air of bland triumph.
Paul was a little disturbed by the long and continued silence of his patron, and at last he ventured to say timidly, "Well, sir, I am anxious to know under what conditions I am to be shown the way to make my fortune and marry Mademoiselle Flavia Rigal, whom I love." Mascarin gave a diabolical smile. "Whose dowry you love," he observed. "Let us speak plainly."
Martin Rigal took a seat near the fire, and, drawing his daughter to him, pressed a fond kiss upon her brow, while she with the grace and activity of a cat, nestled upon his knee. "Suppose, after all, that he should not like me," murmured she; "I should die of grief." The banker turned away his face to hide the gloom that overspread it. "Do you love him, then, even now?" asked he.
I am not a fool; and when you went out with the doctor, I listened at the door, and I heard a few words you said; and that isn't all, for when I got here, I hid myself and I saw you come into this room." "But you said nothing to any one, Flavia?" "No, certainly not." Rigal breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course I do not count Paul," continued the girl, "for he is the same as myself."
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