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She had just missed being Madame Desvarennes's heiress, and now Cayrol had taken it into his head to marry her. But that was not all. And when Marechal told Savinien that the fair Jeanne flatly refused to become the wife of Cayrol, there was an outburst of joyful exclamations. She refused! By Jove, she was mad! An unlooked-for marriage for she had not a penny, and had most extravagant notions.
"The devil's own spirit is in you," thought Goupil. "If I ever catch that pair in my power," he said to himself as he left the yard, "I'll squeeze them like lemons." By cultivating the society of the doctor, the abbe, and Monsieur Bongrand, Savinien proved the excellence of his character.
"What are you going to do here, Marechal?" inquired Savinien. "You will be awfully bored." "Why? Once in a way I am going to enjoy myself and be a swell. You will teach me, Monsieur Savinien. It cannot be very difficult.
Perhaps they are seeking to endanger Savinien's life. I will tell you more when I am able to go to you. Your devoted friend, Chaperon. When Savinien, who was almost maddened by these proceedings, carried this letter to the abbe, the poor priest read it and re-read it; so amazed and horror-stricken was he to see the perfection with which his own handwriting and signature were imitated.
One day it was rumored that Suzanne Herzog had gone in for an examination at the Hotel de Ville, and had gained a certificate: People thought it was very ridiculous. What was the good of so much learning for a girl who would have such a large fortune, and who would never know want. Savinien thought it was affectation and most laughable!
By a wave of her hand she dismissed Savinien, who, abashed, went out with Marechal. Left alone, she seated herself at her secretary's desk, and taking the pile of letters she signed them. The pen flew in her fingers, and on the paper was displayed her name, written in large letters in a man's handwriting. She had been occupied thus for about a quarter of an hour when Marechal reappeared.
"She feared, above all," said Marechal, simply, "to see you astonishing the Tribunal of Commerce." "Oh! you, too," moaned Savinien, "are in league with my enemies; you make no account of me." And young Desvarennes sank as if crushed into an armchair and began to lament. He was very unhappy at being misunderstood.
While speaking, Savinien had become animated and had regained his self-possession. He believed in his scheme, and was ready to pledge his future. He argued that his aunt could not blame him for giving proof of his energy and daring, and he discoursed in bombastic style. "That's enough!" cried Madame Desvarennes, interrupting her nephew's oration. "I am very fond of mills, but not word-mills.
The Prince found his valet asleep in the hall. He went quickly to his bedroom, and slept soundly without remorse, without dreams, until noon. Coming down to breakfast, he found the family assembled. Savinien had come to see his aunt, before whom he wanted to place a "colossal idea." This time, he said, it was worth a fortune.
In despair, Your Cesar Savinien." "Yes?" said Cobb. "You want an answer?" For the little artisan in black was waiting. "An answer!" The other stared. "But then monsieur does not know?" "What?" "He must have been going down to post that note when he had written it," said the little man. "We found it in his hand." "Eh?" Cobb almost recoiled in the shock of his surprise and horror.
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