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Updated: June 27, 2025
It was a curious spectacle, the return of those braves for whom Parisian slang had invented the new and significant expression of franc-fileur. They were not so proud then as they have been since. "I was cut off," affirmed the Baron de Thaller. "I had gone to Switzerland to place my wife and daughter in safety. When I came back, good-by! the Prussians had closed the doors.
She could smoke a cigarette, empty nearly a glass of champagne; and once her mother was obliged to bring her home, and put her quick to bed, because she had insisted upon trying absinthe, and her conversation had become somewhat too eccentric. Leading such a life, it was difficult that public opinion should always spare Mme. and Mlle. de Thaller.
Mlle. Gilberte started. "Great heavens!" she exclaimed, "do you, then, believe my father innocent?" Better than any one else, Mlle. Gilberte must have been convinced of her father's guilt. Had she not seen him humiliated and trembling before M. de Thaller? Had she not heard him, as it were, acknowledge the truth of the charge that was brought against him?
All they knew was, that it always paid respectable dividends; that their manager, M. de Thaller, was personally very rich; and that they were willing to trust him to steer clear of the code.
More pale than his napkin, the cashier stood up. "The manager," he stammered, "the director of the Mutual Credit Society." Close upon the heels of the servant M. de Thaller came. Tall, thin, stiff, he had a very small head, a flat face, pointed nose, and long reddish whiskers, slightly shaded with silvery threads, falling half-way down his chest.
"So that you can scold me if I am not ready when you want to go? Thank you, no." "I command you to come back, Cesarine." No answer. She was far already. Mme. de Thaller closed the door of the little parlor, and returning to take a seat by M. de Tregars, "What a singular girl!" she said. Meantime he was watching in the glass what was going on in the other room.
"That's a fact," she said to her husband. "Why couldn't you find a place for our son at the Mutual Credit? There he would be under your own eyes. Intelligent as he is, backed by M. de Thaller and yourself, he would soon earn a good salary." M. Favoral knit his brows. "That I shall never do," he uttered. "I have not sufficient confidence in my son.
Result: less than two weeks after the birth of her daughter, my father hires for his pretty mistress a lovely apartment, which she occupies under the name of Mme. Devil; she is allowed fifteen hundred francs a month, servants, horses, carriage." Mme. de Thaller was giving signs of the utmost impatience. Without paying any attention to them, M. de Tregars proceeded,
"The very reverse of what, on the first impulse, I advised you to do. That's why I have come. I told you yesterday, 'Make a row, act, scream. It is impossible that your father be alone guilty; attack M. de Thaller. To-day, after mature deliberation, I say, 'Keep quiet, hide yourself, let the scandal drop." A bitter smile contracted Maxence's lips.
"As sound as an oak," answered Mme. de Thaller, "notwithstanding all the cares and the troubles, which you can well imagine. By the way, you know what has happened to us?" "I read in the papers that the cashier of the Mutual Credit had disappeared." "And it is but too true. That wretch Favoral has gone off with an enormous amount of money." "Twelve millions, I heard." "Something like it.
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