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Updated: May 9, 2025
Clotaire was at the high altar of the cathedral, celebrating the holiest rites of the church before a crucifix veiled in mourning, when Vauthier made his presence known.
The elder Chaussard takes Vauthier to the wood, shows him a tree, and there they find a bag of one thousand francs buried in the earth. Leveille, Hiley, and Vauthier make other trips, obtaining only trifling sums compared with the large sum known to have been captured.
"No, no! for Barbet, that publisher, the proprietor of this house, is speculating on my poverty, and has sent the Vauthier woman, his former cook, to spy upon it." "How can he speculate upon you?" asked Godefroid. "I will tell you later," replied the old man. "My daughter is cold, and since you offer it, I am reduced to accept alms, were it even from my worst enemy."
"Come, come, my good man," said Godefroid, taking advantage of the old man's absence, "bring some nice flowers, your best flowers, this very morning, and tell your wife to send the eggs and milk as usual; I will pay you this evening." Cartier looked oddly at Godefroid. "Then you must know more than Madame Vauthier does; she sent me word to hurry if I hoped to be paid," he said.
"They were given me by Monsieur Cartier," answered Madame Vauthier; "and I make a present of them to monsieur." "And what are you going to ask me for such a breakfast daily?" "Well now, monsieur, be fair, I couldn't do it for less than thirty sous."
Godefroid, in any case, would have felt a curiosity which his present mission of benevolence sharpened into powerful interest. "Monsieur," continued the old man, "if I were sure that you are really seeking silence and seclusion, I should say take those rooms near mine." He raised his voice so that Madame Vauthier, who was now passing them, could hear him. "Take those rooms.
Look here, my good Madame Vauthier, you are trying to see which way the cat jumps, and you'll tumble yourself between two stools. As for me, you have betrayed me, and made me miss the whole affair." "Now, don't think that, my dear monsieur. To-morrow, while you breakfast " "To-morrow I shall not breakfast here. I am going out, like your authors, at cock-crow."
He disappeared, and returned to Paris, taking with him all information as to the then condition of the departments of the West. The brothers Chaussard and Vauthier were, as the chancellor knows, Bryond's correspondents. As soon as the attack was made on the diligence from Caen, Bryond returned secretly and in disguise, under the name of Le Marchand.
These various trips and the time consumed in dining at a restaurant in the rue de l'Odeon brought Godefroid to the hour when he said he would return and take possession of his lodging on the boulevard du Mont-Parnasse. Nothing could be more forlorn than the manner in which Madame Vauthier had furnished the two rooms.
It referred to an adulterous husband, a pottery dealer in Rue Paradis, Monsieur Vauthier, the lover of a singer at a rather notorious café-concert, named Léa Thibault. The wife had demanded a separation. Adrienne had just read the pleadings. "Poor woman!" she said. "She must have suffered, indeed." Sulpice did not reply. "Do you know that if that were my case, I could never forgive you?"
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