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"But those people must spend millions!" interrupted M. Chapelain. M. Favoral started as if he had been slapped on the back. "Bash!" he answered. "They are so rich, so awfully rich!" He changed the conversation that evening; but on the following Saturday, from the very beginning of the dinner, "I believe," he said, "that M. de Thaller has just discovered a husband for his daughter."
He trifled with me, he 'sold' me, and he must suffer for it; for, if it came to be known that I could be taken in with impunity, it would be all over with my credit." After a moment of silence, "Do you believe, then," asked M. de Tregars, "that M. de Thaller is innocent?" "Perhaps." "That would be curious." "Or else his measures are so well taken that he has absolutely nothing to fear.
Cesarine coming out, accompanied by a gentleman, to him unknown, but who, he was quite sure, was not the Baron de Thaller. A certain journey which mother and daughter had undertaken in the heart of the winter, and which had lasted not less than two months, had been generally attributed to an imprudence, the consequences of which it had become impossible to conceal.
Delicate, blonde, sallow, almost beardless, M. Jottras distinguished himself only by a sort of unconscious impudence, a harmless cynicism, and a sort of spasmodic giggle, that shook the eye-glasses which he wore stuck over his nose. But it was above all Mme. de Thaller who excited Mme. Favoral's apprehensions.
Already Mlle. de Thaller had had to decide upon several quite suitable offers of marriage and she had squarely refused them all. "A husband!" she had answered each time. "Thank you, none for me. I have good enough teeth to eat up my dowry myself. Later, we'll see, when I've cut my wisdom teeth, and I am tired of my bachelor life."
"At last we have a positive fact," he went on, "a foundation upon which to base our accusations. Don't be uneasy. That letter is going to place into our hands the scoundrel who assaulted you, who will make known the go-between, who himself will not fail to surrender the Baroness de Thaller. Lucienne shall be avenged. If we could only now lay our hands on Vincent Favoral! But we'll find him yet.
The Baron and Baroness de Thaller and their daughter had gone to Switzerland; M. Costeclar was traveling in Belgium; the elder Jottras was in England, buying guns and cartridge; and if the younger Jottras, with M. Saint Pavin of "The Financial Pilot," remained in Paris, it was because, through the gallant influence of a lady whose name was not mentioned, they had obtained some valuable contracts from the government.
Mme. de Thaller continued to manifest the same tranquil assurance; but she stood up. Feeling the approach of the storm, she wished to be up, and ready to meet it. "You honor me," she said with an ironical smile. There was, henceforth, no human power capable of turning Marius de Tregars from the object he had in view.
Desclavettes jump upon her seat, explaining that he learned all these details from M. de Thaller, who had often commissioned him to pay his wife's debts, and also from the baroness herself, who did not hesitate to call sometimes at the office for twenty francs; for such was her want of order, that, after borrowing all the savings of her servants, she frequently had not two cents to throw to a beggar.
"As briefly as possible, I wrote out the history of my life from the day I had been left with the gardeners at Louveciennes. I added to it a faithful account of my present situation; and I addressed the whole to Mme. de Thaller. "'You'll see if she don't come before a day or two, said the sisters. "They were mistaken.
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