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And then he thought of something else; and the "shanty" was still standing on that evening, when, after leaving Maxence, M. de Tregars presented himself at M. de Thaller's.
"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.
Lazare, of course: in the apartment that I hired two weeks ago." In a voice trembling with the excitement of almost certain success, "Would you consent to take me there?" asked M. de Tregars. "Whenever you like, to-morrow." As he left Mlle. Lucienne's room, "There is nothing more to keep me at the Hotel des Folies," said the commissary of police to Maxence.
When my mother died, in 1856, my father, who worshiped her, could no longer bear, in the intensity of his grief, to remain at the Chateau de Tregars where he had spent his whole life. He came to Paris, which he could well afford, since we were rich then, but unfortunately, made acquaintances who soon inoculated him with the fever of the age.
"But go on." "I am twenty-six years old. My name is Yves-Marius-Genost de Tregars. My family, which is one of the oldest of Brittany, is allied to all the great families." "Perfectly exact," remarked the old gentleman. "Unfortunately, my fortune is not on a par with my nobility.
"What," he said, "you know too?" M. de Tregars smiled. "I know a great many things, my dear M. Maxence," he replied; "and yet, as I do not wish to be suspected of witchcraft, I will tell you where all my science comes from.
"You will always be a fool, my dear!" To Vincent Favoral's first stupor and miserable weakness now succeeded a terrible passion. All the blood had left his face: his eyes was flashing. "Then," he resumed, "all is really over?" "Of course." "Then I have been duped like the rest, like that poor Marquis de Tregars, whom you had made mad also.
"And, above all, make haste to fill your bag, because, you see, in houses like that, one is never sure, one day, whether, the next, the gentleman will not be at Mazas, and the lady at St. Lazares." They had done their second bowl of punch, and finished their conversation. They paid, and left. And Maxence and M. de Tregars were able, at last, to throw down their cards.
"What! the papers know already?" "Every thing." "And our name is printed in them?" "Yes." She covered her face with her two hands. "What disgrace!" she said. "At first," went on M. de Tregars, "I could hardly believe what I read. I hastened to come; and the first shopkeeper I questioned confirmed only too well what I had seen in the papers.
Dusting with the end of his glove the knees of his trousers, and restoring as best he could the harmony of his toilet, which had been seriously disturbed, "Is it showing any courage," he grumbled, "to abuse one's physical strength?" M. de Tregars had already recovered his self-possession; and Mlle. Gilberte thought she could read upon his face regret for his violence.
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