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Arrived at the Pont d'Antin, the Baron de Valef slackened his horse's pace a little, for he found that he had ample time to arrive at the Port Maillot at the hour fixed. The captain profited by this respite. "May I, without indiscretion, ask why we are going to fight?
"You know that the Duc de Maine and the Comte de Toulouse have left the council?" asked Valef. "I was on the quay when he passed in his carriage, and he recognized me, and stopped the carriage, and sent me this little pencil note by his valet-de-chambre."
"You must know then," continued the Baron de Valef, "that the Chevalier Raoul d'Harmental, one of my most intimate friends, last night, in my company, picked up a quarrel, which will finish this morning by a meeting. Our adversaries were three, and we but two.
D'Harmental smiled as a man on whom this flower of politeness was not lost, but his only answer was to draw his sword. "It appears, my dear baron," said Fargy, addressing himself to Valef, "that you are on the point of setting out for Spain."
And Monsieur Boniface went out, far from suspecting the effect he had produced on his listeners. "It is some coup-d'état which is preparing," murmured D'Harmental. "I will go to Madame de Maine to warn her," said Valef. "And I to Pompadour for news," said Brigaud. "And I," said D'Harmental, "remain here; if I am wanted, abbe, you know where I am." "But if you were not at home, chevalier?" "Oh!
But D'Harmental was a man of determination; his resolution was soon taken he took a last turn round the market to see if some conspirator would not betray himself by his impatience; but, seeing that all faces retained their expression of unconcern, he put his horse to the gallop, rode down the Boulevards, gained the Faubourg Saint Antoine, dismounted at No. 15, went up the staircase, opened the door of a little room, and found himself in the company of Madame de Maine, Laval, Valef, Pompadour, Malezieux and Brigaud.
"This is just where it begins," replied Valef. "Remember that I was in the closet, seeing and hearing everything. Dubois entered, and stretching out his weasel's head to watch the Prince de Cellamare, who, wrapped in his dressing-gown, stood before the fire to give the papers time to burn.
Then a Count de Laval, a Marquis de Pompadour, a Baron de Valef, the Prince de Cellamare, the Abbe Brigaud, that abominable Abbe Brigaud! Think of my having copied the list." "My father," said Bathilde, shuddering with fear, "my father, among all those names, did you not see the name the name of Chevalier Raoul d'Harmental?"
"Well, he is just the man I want; and I only asked for La Normande to get his address." "Then all is right," said the presidente. "Have the kindness to send for him." "Oh! he would not come down for the regent himself. If you want to see him you must go up." "Where?" "At No. 2, where you supped the other evening with the Baron de Valef. Oh! when he has money, nothing is too good for him.
"Valef is so intimate with the duchesse he will be able to tell us." Valef, recognizing them, came toward them. D'Harmental and Valef had not seen each other since the day of the duel with which this story opened, so that they met with pleasure; then, after exchanging compliments
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