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"It's from the man you met last night Paul de Roustache. The 'Other quarter' means Andrea. And that means ruin." Captain Dieppe gently waved the letter aside. "No, you must read it," she urged. He took it, and bending down to the candle read it. "Just what it would be," he said. "I can't explain anything, you know," she added hastily, with a smile half rueful, half amused.
Moreover also just in case of accidents both of these gentlemen, it may be mentioned, had slipped revolvers into their pockets. Such things may be useful when one carries large sums of money to a rendezvous, equally so in case one hopes to carry them back from it. The former was M. Guillaume's condition, the latter that of Paul de Roustache.
They expect nobody but me, and when they 've seen me they won't search any more." He saw, with approval and admiration, that she was calm and cool. "Is there danger?" she asked. "No," said he. "But one of them wants some papers I have, and has apparently engaged the other to assist him. M. de Roustache feels equal to two jobs, it seems. I wonder if he knows whom he's after, though."
"Well, it's not curious," he admitted, "but it is awkward." "It's only just seven." "Precisely the hour of my appointment with Paul de Roustache." "With Paul de Roustache?" "Don't trouble yourself. All will be well." "What appointment? Where are you to meet him?" "By the Cross, on the road outside there." "Heavens! If I were to meet him! He must n't see me!"
If it be pardonable or even praise-worthy, as some moralists assert to pity the criminal, while righteously hating the crime, a trifle of compassion may be spared for Paul de Roustache. He had made up his mind to molest the Countess of Fieramondi no more provided he got the fifty thousand francs from M. Guillaume.
The Count is not yet thirty, his eyes are large and dreamy, his hair long, he wears no moustache, his manner is melancholy, there is no air of bravado about him. Do I occasion you surprise?" Paul de Roustache swore heartily. "Then," he ended, "all I can say is that I should like ten minutes alone with the fellow who made a fool of me last night, whoever he is."
Because he was enabled to see them, Dieppe was grateful to her for having replaced and relighted his candle. "Yes, I was afraid in the dark," she said, noticing his glance at it. "But it 's almost burnt out. We must be quick. Is the trouble with M. de Roustache really over?" "Absolutely." "And we owe it to you? But you why, you 're wet!" "It's not surprising," said he, smiling.
Loan is the term we use between gentlemen eh?" The Captain tried to curl his moist, uncurlable moustache. And Paul de Roustache handed him back five thousand francs. "My dear fellow!" murmured the Captain, as he stowed the notes in safety. He held out his hand; Paul de Roustache shook it and turned away.
She found Dieppe's matches, relighted the candle, and sat down in the doorway with her back to the straw. Thus each had kept a silent vigil until the Captain returned to the rendezvous. Guillaume felt that he had turned a rather unpromising situation to very good account. He was greatly and naturally angered with Paul de Roustache: the loss of his portfolio was grievous.
"If you like, then, I forfeit twenty-five thousand of theirs. But I allow it in account with them. The debt now stands reduced by half." "I 'll get it back from you somehow," threatened Guillaume, who was helpless, but not cowed. "That will be difficult. I gave it to Paul de Roustache to discharge a claim he had on me." "To Paul de Roustache?" "Yes.
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