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With the voice which still could not be heard, but with a gesture which could be seen, the man evidently replied, "It is so, I assure you!" And leaning towards Mme. de Thaller, who seemed in no wise shocked to feel this repulsive personage's lips almost touching her ear, he began speaking to her.
"On whom?" "On the Baron de Thaller, sir! How, in the world, has he been able to compel Favoral to assume the responsibility of all, and to disappear? What enormous sum has he given to him?" "Sir," interrupted Maxence, "my father went off without a sou." M. Saint Pavin burst out in a loud laugh. "And the twelve millions?" he asked. "What has become of them?
The Baroness de Thaller still kept a good countenance. After examining her for a moment, with a sort of eager curiosity, Marius de Tregars went on, "When I communicated this information to my friend, the commissary of police, he shook his head.
"Indeed, it seemed to me that my firmness alarmed him. With a feverish haste, he began to feel in his pockets. He took out their contents of gold and bank-notes all in a heap, and, thrusting it into my hands without counting, "'Here, he said, 'take this. Are you satisfied? "I observed to him, that, having sent a letter to Mme. de Thaller, it would perhaps be proper to await her answer.
"That one is gone," he said; "and, were he at hand, it is quite evident that if he was in collusion with M. de Thaller, he would not speak." "Of course." "That being the case, what can we do?" "Wait." M. de Tregars made a gesture of discouragement. "I might as well give up the fight, then," he said, "and try to compromise." "Why so? We don't know what may happen.
"Do not take the trouble to tell a story, M. le Marquis," she said. "Mamma knows it as well as yourself; for she was listening at the door." "Cesarine!" exclaimed Mme. de Thaller. "And, if she came in so suddenly, it is because she thought it was fully time to cut short my confidences." The face of the baroness became crimson. "The child is mad!" she said. The child burst out laughing.
No one replied: every one was trying his best to hear. In the parlor, between M. Favoral and M. de Thaller, a discussion of the utmost violence was evidently going on.
And, at the moment of disappearing himself, "Continue to dine without me," said he to his guests, with a last effort at self-control. "I shall soon catch up with you. This will take but a moment. Do not be uneasy in the least." They were not uneasy, but surprised, and, above all, shocked at the manners of M. de Thaller. "What a brute!" muttered Mme. Desclavettes.
And after two minutes he was so deeply absorbed in his thoughts, that he started, like a man suddenly aroused from his sleep, at the sound of an opening door. At the same moment he heard a slight exclamation of surprise, "Ah!" Instead of the Baroness de Thaller, it was her daughter, Mlle. Cesarine, who had come in.
There were some, of course, who did not view things in quite so favorable a light; who suggested that the dividends were suspiciously large; that M. de Thaller spent too much money on his house, his wife, his daughter, and his mistress.
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