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M. de Thaller received them like a man who deserves them, and, more slowly, "Honor commanded it," he continued. "I confess it, gentlemen, the wretch who has so basely deceived us had my entire confidence. You will understand my apparent blindness when you know with what infernal skill he managed." Loud imprecations burst on all sides against Vincent Favoral.
In less than ten minutes, M. de Thaller returned alone. He was pale; and his face expressed well the grief of an honest man who discovers too late that he has misplaced his confidence. "My wife has told me all, sir," he began. M. de Tregars had risen. "Well?" he asked. "You see me distressed.
Look out for next Sunday's number!" Peace being made, the gentlemen continued their walk in the most friendly manner, M. Costeclar pointing out to Maxence all the celebrities who were passing by them in their carriages. He had just designated to his attention Mme. and Mlle. de Thaller, accompanied by two gigantic footmen, when, suddenly interrupting himself, and rising on tiptoe,
With the most scrupulous exactness Maxence told the history of his family, and the events of the past twenty-four hours. Not once did the commissary interrupt him; but, when he had done, "Tell me your father's interview with M. de Thaller all over again," he requested, "and, especially, do not omit any thing that you have heard or seen, not a word, not a gesture, not a look."
"I want besides, my own and my father's fortune, of which we have been robbed by M. de Thaller, with your assistance, madame." "Is that all, at least?" M. de Tregars shook his head. "That's nothing yet," he replied. "Oh!" "We have now to say something of Vincent Favoral's affairs."
Favoral carefully stored away in her memory. There was one especially, who seemed to inspire him with a profound respect, a boundless admiration, and of whom he never tired of talking. He was, said he, a man of his age, M. de Thaller, the Baron de Thaller. "This one," he kept repeating, "is really mad: he is rich, he has ideas, he'll go far.
"Who knows where M. de Thaller may be?" "He is hiding, of course." "No matter: I will see him," clamored a big fat man, with a brick-colored face, "if I shouldn't stir from here for a week." "You'll see nothing at all," giggled his neighbor. "Do you suppose they don't have back-stairs and private entrances in this infernal shop?"
He only thought of loading the plates, and filling the glasses, complaining that they ate and drank nothing, asking anxiously if the cooking was not good, if the wines were bad, and almost driving the waiter out of his wits with questions and suggestions. It is a fact, that neither M. de Thaller nor M. Jottras had much appetite.
The ex-attorney was furious; and he threw the package of bank-notes upon the table with a movement of rage. "In order to return them to M. de Thaller," he exclaimed, "it was at least necessary to see him. But the gentleman is invisible; keeps himself under lock and key, guarded by a perfect cloud of servants in livery." Meantime, Mme. Favoral had approached her daughter.
Let me manage. Who knows what compensations the future may have in store for you? Besides, this person whom father has selected for me does not suit me. A stock-jobber, who would think of nothing but money, who would examine my house-accounts as papa does yours, or else who would load me with cashmeres and diamonds, like Mme. de Thaller, to make of me a sign for his shop? No, no!
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