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Sauvresy, after saving him, had welcomed him, opened to him his heart, purse, house; at this very moment he was making untiring efforts to restore his fortunes. Men like Tremorel can only receive such services as outrages. Had not his sojourn at Valfeuillu been a continual suffering? Was not his self-conceit tortured from morning till night? He might count the days by their humiliations. What!
"Bertha?" replied the worthy mayor "she permitted me to call her thus, paternally I have cited her many and many a time as an example and model, to Madame Courtois. She was worthy of Hector and of Sauvresy, the two most worthy men I have ever met!"
"Ah ha," thought Sauvresy, "there's some trouble about Hector, that's bad for the marriage." "I was told, sir," said the beggar, "there would be an answer." "Say that I will come," answered Sauvresy, throwing him a franc piece. The next day was cold and damp. A fog, so thick that one could not discern objects ten steps off, hung over the earth.
"For the last time," said he, "I implore you to renounce this terrible, dangerous project. You see that you were mistaken that Sauvresy suspects nothing, but loves you as well as ever." The expression of Bertha's face suddenly changed; she sat quite still, in a pensive revery. "Don't let's talk any more of that," said she, at last. "Perhaps I was mistaken.
Well, do you want a more certain proof? Look at this letter, which I found, crumpled up and wet, in one of his vest pockets." She showed him the letter which Sauvresy had forcibly taken from Jenny, and he recognized it well. "It is a fatality," said he, overwhelmed. "But we can separate and break off with each other. Bertha, I can go away." "It's too late.
"Since I have been upstairs, somebody has gone out into the garden, and come back again." Bertha looked at him with a troubled glance. "Are you sure of what you say?" "Certainly. Snow is falling, and whoever went out brought some back on his shoes. This has melted in the vestibule " Mme. Sauvresy seized the lamp, and interrupting Hector, said: "Come." Tremorel was right.
When he said to her: "Bertha, I shall never see Jenny again." She answered, ironically: "Mademoiselle Courtois will be very grateful to you!" That evening, while Sauvresy was crossing the court-yard, he saw a beggar at the gate, making signs to him. "What do you want, my good man?" The beggar looked around to see that no one was listening.
She was thinking that she could spend the period of her mourning at Valfeuillu, and Hector, for the sake of appearances, would hire a pretty little house somewhere in the suburbs. The worst of it all was that she would be forced to seem to mourn for Sauvresy, as she had pretended to love him during his lifetime.
Sauvresy was somewhat fearful lest the hotel people should hear her; they knew him, and had seen him come in. He began to be sorry that he had come, and tried to calm the girl. "But Hector is not deserting you," repeated he. "He will assure you a good position." "Humph! I should laugh at such a thing! Have I any need of him?
"Yes, it was I," resumed M. Plantat. "On the day of the marriage of Madame Sauvresy and Count Hector, in conformity with the last wishes of my dying friend, I went to Valfeuillu and asked to see Monsieur and Madame de Tremorel. Although they were full of company, they received me at once in the little room on the ground-floor where Sauvresy was murdered.
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