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I should just like to see him," she added, viciously. When the document was finished, it became necessary to wake Vantrasson, so that he might sign it. He did so with very good grace, and his wife appended her signature beside her husband's. "And above all," he remarked, as he opened the door to go, "don't forget that you are to pay something on account each month."
As Vantrasson heard the door turn upon its hinges, he rose so awkwardly, or rather so skilfully, as to let all his implements, wax, knife, and impressions, fall on the floor behind the counter. "What can I do to serve you?" he asked, in a husky voice. "Nothing. I wished to speak with your wife." "She has gone out. She works for a family in the morning." This was a gleam of light.
"Go to the devil, and your account with you!" growled Madame Vantrasson. But Fortunat did not hear this. He was already walking down the road by the side of Chupin, who was saying: "Well, here you are, at last, m'sieur! I thought you had taken a lease of that old barrack. If ever I come here again, I'll bring a foot-warmer with me."
But a clamor arose, drowning these protestations, and the most opprobrious epithets could be heard on every side. "How will you prove your assertion?" cried M. de Valorsay. "Don't try that dodge on us!" shouted Chupin. "Vantrasson and mother Leon have confessed everything."
When there are so many wheels within wheels, one of them is always sure to get out of order." "Nonsense!" "Besides, you have I don't know how many accomplices Maumejan, the doctor, Madame Leon, and Vantrasson, not counting myself. Will all these people perform their duties satisfactorily?" "Each of them is as much interested in my success as I am myself."
Chupin, who was still at his post outside, experienced a thrill of envy, and involuntarily licked his lips. "A mixed ratafia," he said, longingly. "I shouldn't object to one myself." However, this choice compound seemed to inspire Madame Vantrasson with renewed energy, for, with still greater earnestness, she resumed: "At first, all went well.
And yet, from her own story, I should be willing to swear that she had abused the poor child, and had made a slave of her." Tears glittered in Pascal's eyes, but he breathed freely once more. "As for Vantrasson," resumed Madame Ferailleur, "it is certain that he took a violent fancy to his sister's apprentice.
Owing to her past life, Marguerite's experience is far in advance of her years, and if some one told me that she had fathomed Madame Leon's character, I should not be at all surprised." It was necessary to ascertain what had become of Marguerite; and Pascal was puzzling his brain to discover how this might be done, when suddenly he exclaimed: "Madame Vantrasson!
"No relatives!" he muttered. "Who, then, will inherit his millions when he dies?" Madame Vantrasson jerked her head. "Who can say?" she replied. "Everything will go to the government, probably, unless But no, that's impossible." "What's impossible?" "Nothing. I was thinking of the count's sister, Mademoiselle Hermine." "His sister! Why, you said just now that he had no relatives."
I've never seen her; I've never heard her spoken of. How long has she been there?" "For six or seven months?" "In that case, I can't absolutely deny it. It's two years since I set foot in the count's house." "I fancied this young lady might be the count's niece Mademoiselle Hermine's daughter." Madame Vantrasson shook her head. "Put that fancy out of your head," she remarked.
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