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With features convulsed with rage the Vicomte, unable to speak, drew from his pocket a handful of cards, and flung them into the face of the unknown, who started forward, but one of his friends laid a restraining hand on his arm. "You do not belong to yourself!" he said, warningly. Talizac disappeared.
"The Vicomte de Talizac has this night endeavored to murder my son!" "Impossible, sir!" "My son never lies. He endeavored to prevent an infamous act, and Talizac attacked him with a knife. Arthur in return slapped the Vicomte's face." Fongereues started forward. "Wait!" said the old gentleman. "Hear my tale. Talizac paid scoundrels to abduct a girl, a street singer.
"Ten, twenty, eight hundred francs," counted the Cannon Queen; "we shall keep the money on account, and when you bring the rest, you can get the key." "This is miserable," hissed Talizac, as he turned to go; "who will vouch to me that you won't ask me again for the money?" "Our honor, vicomte," replied Rolla, grinning. "We think as much of our reputation as high-toned people."
Robeckal sprang out, and taking the unconscious Louison in his arms, he carried her up the stairs of a small house, and pulled the bell, while the carriage rolled on. "Ah, here you are; let me see the chicken!" With these words Rolla received her comrade. She put the lamp close to Louison's face, and then said: "Your Talizac hasn't got bad taste; the little one is handsome."
In the year 1807 the old Marquis of Fougereuse died; in his last hours his son, the Vicomte of Talizac, sneaked into the chamber of death and, sinking on his knees beside the bedside of the dying man, implored his father to make him his sole heir.
The mystery of such a strange occurrence may never be solved, but Françoise threw herself on the ground in a corner where the little garden had stood, and began to dig furiously in the earth. Presently, she screamed: "The box! The box! Jacques is not my son; Cinette is the Marquise de Fongereues. Jacques Fanfar is Vicomte de Talizac!" And she fell unconscious into the arms of Labarre.
"Fernando, I really believe you play the spy upon me!" exclaimed Talizac; "have a care, my patience has its limits." "You are too tragical," replied Velletri, shrugging his shoulders; "instead of pursuing the little one with platonic declarations, you ought to try to break her spirit." "Velletri, you are right," replied Talizac; "yes, I will revenge myself upon Fanfaro and possess this girl.
The Italian sat down in a chair which the marquis had shoved toward him, and began in a business tone: "Marquis, it is probably not unknown to you that the conduct of your son, the Vicomte de Talizac, compromises his own position and that of his family. "But, count," interrupted the marquis vivaciously, "you were the chum of my son, and you even encouraged his dissipations."
Her face is hard, and her eyes, fixed upon the Marquis, seem eager to read his thoughts. She is Pauline de Maillezais Marquise de Fongereues and the lady at the window is Magdalena, Vicomtesse de Talizac. Her husband, Jean de Talizac, is the son of the Marquis de Fongereues. Suddenly the old man said: "Where is Jean?"
The young man turned very pale, but with a calmness that was absolutely terrifying under the circumstances, he replied: "There can be nothing in common between us two." "I am to marry Mademoiselle de Salves in a month," said Talizac, between his close shut teeth. "Yesterday, at noon, you had the impertinence, when riding past her mother's hôtel, to throw a bouquet over the garden wall." "Well?"
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