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The baron called out: "Come in," and a valet appeared, and informed his master that the Marquis de Valorsay wished to speak with him. It was the enemy! Pascal's features were distorted with rage; but he did not stir he did not utter a word. "Ask the marquis into the next room," said the baron. "I will join him there at once."
He saw plainly enough that this honest impulse on M. Fortunat's part came from disappointed avarice and wounded vanity, and that the agent would have allowed the Marquis de Valorsay to carry out his infamous scheme without any compunctions of conscience, providing he, himself, had not been injured by it. Still, the young fellow did not allow his real feelings to appear on his face.
An actor doesn't sell his costumes because he's hungry he goes without food and when it's time for the curtain to rise, he dons his satin and velvet garments, and, despite his empty stomach, he chants the praises of a bountiful table and rare old wine. That is what I am doing I, Robert Dalbou, Marquis de Valorsay!
I have solemnly pledged myself to become the wife of the Marquis de Valorsay. "One cannot break a promise made to the dying. I shall keep mine, even though my heart break. I shall do my duty. God will give me strength and courage. Forget her whom you loved. She is now the betrothed of another, and honor commands her to forget your very name. Once more, and for the last time, farewell!
So M. de Valorsay had invited Gordon-Chalusse to accompany him to Baron Trigault's approaching fete. It was to be an entertainment for gentlemen only, a monster card-party; but every one knew the wealthy baron, and no doubt with a view of stimulating curiosity he had declared, and the Figaro had repeated, that he had a great surprise in store for his guests. Oh! such a surprise!
"Yes, madame, an illegitimate daughter, Mademoiselle Marguerite, a lovely and charming girl whom I had the pleasure of restoring to his care some years ago. She has been living with him for six months or so; and he was about to marry her, with an enormous dowry, to a nobleman bearing one of the proudest names in France, the Marquis de Valorsay."
As soon as the waiter served him, he drained his glass of beer to give himself an inspiration, and then, in his finest hand, he wrote: "MY DEAR VISCOUNT Here's the amount one hundred francs that I lost to you last evening at piquet. When shall I have my revenge? Your friend, "VALORSAY."
On receiving this money a new but quite natural thought had entered his mind for the first time. "What is the matter?" inquired the baron, surprised by this sudden embarrassment. "What has happened to you?" "Nothing, monsieur, nothing! Only I was asking myself if I ought if I can accept this money." "Bah! and why not?" "Because if you lend it to M. de Valorsay, it is perhaps lost."
It was easy to see that by the way he settled his hat on his head and went off, slamming the door noisily behind him. "What an idiot!" muttered M. de Coralth. "And to think that there are ten thousand in Paris built upon the very same plan!" M. de Valorsay gravely shook his head. "Let us thank fortune that he is as he is.
He had not seen the Marquis de Valorsay since the Count de Chalusse's death and he dared not conclude the contract with Wilkie before he had conferred with him, for he was completely in the marquis's power. At the least suspicion of treason, M. de Valorsay would close his hand, and he, Coralth, would be crushed like an egg-shell.
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