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We will triumphantly demonstrate our soundness; and we shall come out of this trial more powerful than ever." It was all over. M. de Thaller understood his business. They offered him a vote of thanks. A smile was beaming upon the same faces that were a moment before contracted with rage.
He described in the most graphic manner the scene which had taken place in the grand parlor between Mme. de Thaller and a worse than suspicious-looking man, that scene, the secret of which had been revealed to him in its minutest details by the looking-glass. Its meaning was now as clear as day.
Lucienne's life from the time that she had left her with the poor gardeners at Louveciennes, without giving either her name or her address, the injury she had received by being run over by Mme. de Thaller's carriage; the long letter she had written from the hospital, begging for assistance; her visit to the house, and her meeting with the Baron de Thaller; the effort to induce her to emigrate to America; her arrest by means of false information, and her escape, thanks to the kind peace-officer; the attempt upon her as she was going home late one night; and, finally, her imprisonment after the Commune, among the petroleuses, and her release through the interference of the same honest friend.
One stockholder alone did not seem to share the general enthusiasm: he was no other than our old friend, M. Chapelain, the ex-lawyer. "That fellow, Thaller, is just capable of getting himself out of the scrape," he grumbled. "I must tell Maxence." We have every species of courage in France, and to a superior degree, except that of braving public opinion.
A very interesting family, it seems, too, a wife who is goodness itself, and a charming daughter: at least, so says Costeclar, who is very much in love with her." M. de Tregars' countenance remained perfectly indifferent, like that of a man who is hearing about persons and things in which he does not take the slightest interest. Mme. de Thaller noticed this.
But I will accept with pleasure a drop of that old Cognac which you offered me the other evening." He took a seat; and the valet brought him a glass, which he set on the edge of the table. Then, "I have just seen our man," he said. Maxence understood that he was referring to M. de Thaller. "Well?" inquired M. de Tregars. "Impossible to get any thing out of him.
But why, then, had he applied to M. de Thaller? Who could be the man who had despoiled the Marquis de Tregars? Such were the thoughts which occupied her mind on that Saturday evening when the commissary of police presented himself in the Rue St. Gilles to arrest M. Favoral, charged with embezzling ten or twelve millions.
"That's just what I was telling my mother and sister, sir," interrupted Maxence. "And that's what I am telling myself," continued the old lawyer. "I have been thinking over and over again of last evening's scene; and strange doubts have occurred to my mind. For a man who has been robbed of a dozen millions, M. de Thaller was remarkably quiet and self-possessed.
She is my wife: let her come quick. I will not, I can not remain alone." It was with convulsive haste that the Baroness de Thaller went over the distance that separated the Rue St. Lazare from the Rue de la Pepiniere. The sudden intervention of M. de Tregars had upset all her ideas. The most sinister presentiments agitated her mind.
Lucienne shuddered. "Did you see M. de Thaller?" she asked. "He got to the house a few moments in advance of the commissary of police; and a terrible scene took place between him and my father." "What was he saying?" "That my father had ruined him." "And your father?" "He stammered incoherent phrases. He was like a man who has received a stunning blow. But we have discovered incredible things.
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