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He trifled with me, he 'sold' me, and he must suffer for it; for, if it came to be known that I could be taken in with impunity, it would be all over with my credit." After a moment of silence, "Do you believe, then," asked M. de Tregars, "that M. de Thaller is innocent?" "Perhaps." "That would be curious." "Or else his measures are so well taken that he has absolutely nothing to fear.
It was her father whom she called thus, since the day when she had discovered that there was a German coin called thaler, which represents three francs and sixty-eight centimes in French currency. "You know, I suppose," she went on, "that papa has just been badly stuck?" M. de Tregars was excusing himself in vague terms; but it was one of Mlle.
"And this gentleman?" inquired M. Chapelain. "Is a marquis, if you please, the Marquis de Tregars." Well, yes, it was this very name that Mlle. Gilberte was expecting, and well that she did; for she was thus able to command enough control over herself to check the cry that rose to her throat. "But this marriage is not made yet," pursued M. Favoral.
"Why," she exclaimed, "what a horrid rascal that old Vincent must be!" And, as M. de Tregars remained dumb, "This afternoon," she went on, "I didn't tell you any stories; but I didn't tell you every thing, either." She stopped; and, after a moment of deliberation, "Well, I don't care for old Vincent," she said. "Ah! he tried to have Lucienne killed, did he?
Gilberte thought she might have enlightened them. In the unerring certainty of the blow, in the crushing promptness of the result, she thought she could recognize the hand of Marius de Tregars. She recognized the hand of the man who acts, and does not talk. And the girl's pride felt flattered by this victory, by this proof of the powerful energy of the man whom, unknown to all, she had selected.
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,
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.
When M. de Tregars and the commissary walked in, the estimable hostess of the Hotel des Folies was kneeling in front of the fire, preparing some medicine. Hearing the footsteps, she got up, and, with a finger upon her lips, "Hush!" she said. "Take care not to wake her up!" The precaution was useless. "I am not asleep," said Mlle. Lucienne in a feeble voice. "Who is there?"
"In that case, my boy," he said, tapping familiarly the shoulder of the so-called clerk, "whether she pays or not, you can deliver the article." The familiarity was not, perhaps, very much to the taste of the Marquis de Tregars. No matter. "She is rich, then, that lady?" he said. "Personally no. But she is protected by an old fool, who allows her all her fancies." "Indeed!"
With a passionate gesture, Marius threw his arm around her waist, and, drawing her to his breast, covered her blonde hair with burning kisses. "Well, 'tis thus that I love you too!" he exclaimed, "and with all my soul, exclusively, and for life! What do I care for your parents? Do I know them? Your father does he exist? Your name it is mine, the spotless name of the Tregars.
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