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Updated: June 6, 2025
We are not the worst friends for that." And Roquefinette rose, took his hat, and was going toward the door. "What, are you going?" "Certainly." "But you forget, captain." "Ah! it is true," said Roquefinette, intentionally mistaking D'Harmental's meaning: "you gave me a hundred louis; I must give you an account of them." He took his purse from his pocket.
"But what are we to do?" "Wait till they come down alone and break their necks, for if Providence is just, that little surprise awaits us." "What an idea, Roquefinette!" "Eh! colonel; no names, if you please." "You are right. Pardieu!" "There is no need; let us have the idea." "Follow me," cried the man in the cloak, springing into the passage.
"Take care," said D'Harmental; "it is more dangerous for you now, at the point at which we have arrived, and with the terrible secrets which you know, to refuse than to accept." "And what will happen, then, if I refuse?" asked Roquefinette. "It will happen, captain, that you will not leave this room." "And who will prevent me?"
As to Captain Roquefinette, as he had torn off the address of the letter which he had in his pocket to light his pipe with, and had no other paper to indicate his name or residence, they carried his body to the Morgue, where, three days afterward, it was recognized by La Normande.
"Yes, you are right, captain," cried the chevalier, uncocking his pistols, and replacing them in his belt, "and I shall be obliged to kill you more honorably than you deserve. Draw, monsieur, draw." And D'Harmental, leaning his left foot against the door, drew his sword, and placed himself on guard. It was a court sword, a thin ribbon of steel, set in a gold handle. Roquefinette began to laugh.
The appearance of the young girl had made the deeper impression on the chevalier from its being so unexpected in such a place; and he was still under the influence of the charm when Roquefinette entered, and gave a new direction to his thoughts, which, however, soon returned to Bathilde.
The bleeding had somewhat calmed her, and she seemed to feel better; Madame Denis had left the room; Mademoiselle Athenais also had retired; Monsieur Boniface, after returning from the Morgue, where he had been to pay a visit to the body of Roquefinette, had mounted to his own room, and Emilie watched by the fire-place, and read a little book which she took from her pocket.
D'Harmental, as we have seen, had set off at a gallop, feeling that he had not an instant to lose in bringing about the changes which the death of Captain Roquefinette rendered necessary in his hazardous enterprise.
He was alone, in a little dark attic, lighted by a single candle, which, nearly burned out, gave more smoke than flame, and whose flickering light gave a strange expression to the harsh face of the brave captain, who was standing leaning against the chimney-piece. "Ah!" said Roquefinette in a slightly ironical tone, "it is you, chevalier; I expected you."
"First, double the sum you received last time," said the chevalier. "Ah!" said Roquefinette, "I do not care for money." "What! you do not care for money, captain?" "Not the least in the world." "What do you care for, then?" "A position." "What do you mean?" "I mean, chevalier, that every day I am four-and-twenty hours older, and that with age comes philosophy."
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