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Updated: May 16, 2025
Let a pretender come; let a struggle begin, as in the case of M. Costeclar, would she have strength enough to remain silent? No! Then it would be a fearful scene with M. Favoral. He might, perhaps, even go to M. de Tregars. What scandal! For he was a man who spared no one; and then a new obstacle would rise between them, more insurmountable still than the others. Mlle.
"I am waiting for you, my dear major, come quick, for the thing is pressing, a troublesome gentleman who is to be made to keep quiet. It will be for you the matter of a sword-thrust, and for us the occasion to divide a round amount." "And, that's why he picked a quarrel with me," added M. de Tregars.
He found employment in the office of a stock-broker, and was living very poorly, when he made the acquaintance of a young laundress named Affrays, who had for a lover a very wealthy gentleman, the Marquis de Tregars, whose weakness was to pass himself off for a poor clerk. Affrays and Thaller were well calculated to agree.
"Repeat, 'Mademoiselle'" M. Costeclar had expected worse from M. de Tregars' look. A horrible fear had instantly crushed within him all idea of resistance. "Mademoiselle," he stuttered in a choking voice. "I am the vilest of wretches," continued Marius. M. Costeclar's livid face was oscillating like an inert object. "I am," he repeated, "the vilest of wretches." "And I beg of you " But Mlle.
"Now, then," he resumed, "never mind M. de Tregars: let us talk of the woman, who, you seem to think, has been the cause of M. Favoral's ruin." On the table before him lay the paper in which Maxence had read in the morning the terrible article headed: "Another Financial Disaster."
"Do not be alarmed, my child," he said in his kindest tone. "Before two weeks you will be up. M. de Tregars is a great physician." In the mean time, she had attempted to raise herself on her pillow; and that simple effort had wrung from her a cry of anguish. "Dear me! How I do suffer!" "That's because you won't keep quiet, my darling," said Mme. Fortin in a tone of gentle scolding.
M. de Tregars and Maxence had patiently taken a seat on a hard leather bench, once red; and they were listening and looking on. There was considerable animation about the place.
"And yet," he swore, "I must find him. And, by thunder! wherever he may be hid, I shall find him." M. de Tregars was watching M. Saint Pavin with a scrutinizing eye. "You have a great interest in finding him, then?" he said. The other stopped short.
Gilberte was soon far away; and Marius de Tregars remained motionless at the corner of the street, following her with his eyes through the darkness. She was walking fast, staggering over the rough pavement. Leaving Marius, she fell back upon the earth from the height of her dreams. The deceiving illusion had vanished, and, returned to the world of sad reality, she was seized with anxiety.
Did you not, whilst following up the people who robbed your father, strike mine unwittingly? And 'tis I, wretch that I am, who inspired you to that fatal resolution; and I have not the heart to regret it." M. de Tregars had blushed imperceptibly. "How did you know?" he began. "Was it not said that you were about to marry Mlle. de Thaller?" He drew up suddenly.
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