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M. de Tregars was too much a man of the world, and of the best world, to allow his features to betray the secret of his impressions; and yet, to any one who had known him well, a certain contraction of the eyelids would have revealed a serious annoyance and an intense anxiety. "How is the baron?" he inquired.
He goes for a cab; we get into it; and he brings me right straight here." Positively M. de Tregars required his entire self-control to conceal the intensity of his curiosity. "Was this house, then, already as it is now?" he interrogated. "Precisely, except that there were no servants in it, except the chambermaid Amanda, who is M. Favoral's confidante.
"Well?" he asked him in a tone that was almost threatening. The brilliant financier had condescended to take off his hat, usually riveted upon his head, and, with the smile of a knave caught in the act, "I did not expect to meet you here, my lord-marquis," he said. At the title of "marquis," everybody looked up. "I believe you, indeed," said M. de Tregars.
I replied that I did not wish to see the name of Tregars dragged into court in a scandalous law-suit, and that to preserve a dignified silence was to honor my father's memory. Treble fool that I was! The only way to honor my father's memory was to avenge him, to wrest his spoils from the scoundrels who had caused his death. I see it clearly to-day.
"Every thing possible will be done, and well done, by M. de Tregars. I am going home, therefore; and I am going to take you with me. I have a great deal to do and you'll help me." That was not exactly true; but he feared, on the part of Maxence, some imprudence which might compromise the success of M. de Tregars' mission.
"Did not M. Villegre call upon you before the war?" "He did." "Well, 'twas I who sent him to you; and the commands which he delivered to you were mine." "Yours?" "Mine. I am Marius de Tregars." A nervous shudder shook M. Costeclar's lean frame. Instinctively his eye turned towards the door. "You see," Marius went on with the same gentleness, "we are, you and I, old acquaintances.
"Come," said M. Tregars, whose agitation was manifest, "come, let us breakfast: we have not a moment to lose." And, whilst his servant was bringing in his modest meal, "I am expecting M. d'Escajoul," he said. "Show him in as soon as he comes." Retired as he had lived from the financial world, Maxence had yet heard the name of Octave d'Escajoul.
"You will judge for yourself." He closed the door carefully, and, returning to Mlle. Lucienne, "Do you know the Marquis de Tregars?" he asked. "No more than you do. It was yesterday, at the commissary of police, that I first heard his name." "Well, before a month, M. de Tregars will be Mlle. Gilberte Favoral's husband." "Is it possible?" exclaimed Mlle. Lucienne with a look of extreme surprise.
He drew himself up to his full height. "And suppose I refuse?" But it was the last effort of his will. He yielded, though not without an agonizing struggle and gave up to his daughter the money, the proofs and the arms. And as she was walking away, leaning on M. de Tregars' arm, "But send me your mother, at least," he begged. "She will understand me: she will not be without pity.
"That's my way," she went on. "You should not have sent me here by chance, and against my wish. You made me do it: don't complain. You were sure that I had but to appear, and M. de Tregars would fall at my feet. I appeared, and you saw the effect through the keyhole, didn't you?" Her features contracted, her eyes flashing, twisting her lace handkerchief between her fingers loaded with rings,
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