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This formality over, they proceeded to open Sainte-Croix's closet: the key was handed to the commissary Picard by a Carmelite called Friar Victorin. The commissary opened the door, and entered with the parties interested, the officers, and the widow, and they began by setting aside the loose papers, with a view to taking them in order, one at a time.
At three o'clock Monsieur Berthier, Cardot's successor, read the marriage-contract, after a short conference with Crevel, for some of the articles were made conditional on the action taken by Monsieur and Madame Victorin Hulot.
"Well, my dear Madame de Saint-Esteve," said Victorin, showing the dreadful old woman into his study and carefully shutting the doors, "how are we getting on?" "Ah, ha! my dear friend," said she, looking at Victorin with cold irony. "So you have thought things over?" "Have you done anything?" "Will you pay fifty thousand francs?" "Yes," replied Victorin, "for we must get on.
Say something about it this evening; I will leave early on purpose." Victorin went into the bedroom. "And you, poor little thing!" said Lisbeth in an undertone to Hortense, "what can you do?" "Come to dinner with us to-morrow, and we will talk it over," answered Hortense. "I do not know which way to turn; you know how hard life is, and you will advise me."
Hortense having enjoyed her independent income during the three years of separation from Wenceslas, Victorin now invested the two hundred thousand francs he had in trust, in his sister's name and he allowed her twelve thousand francs. Wenceslas, as the husband of a rich woman, was not unfaithful, but he was an idler; he could not make up his mind to begin any work, however trifling.
Lisbeth thought it her duty to go into Crevel's room, where she found Victorin and his wife sitting about a yard away from the stricken man's bed. "Lisbeth," said he, "they will not tell me what state my wife is in; you have just seen her how is she?" "She is better; she says she is saved," replied Lisbeth, allowing herself this play on the word to soothe Crevel's mind.
The bailiff, who had followed the woman, laid a summons in due form before the lawyer, and asked him whether he meant to pay his father's debts. The claim was for ten thousand francs at the suit of an usurer named Samanon, who had probably lent the Baron two or three thousand at most. Victorin desired the bailiff to dismiss his men, and paid. "But is it the last?" he anxiously wondered.
Say something about it this evening; I will leave early on purpose." Victorin went into the bedroom. "And you, poor little thing!" said Lisbeth in an undertone to Hortense, "what can you do?" "Come to dinner with us to-morrow, and we will talk it over," answered Hortense. "I do not know which way to turn; you know how hard life is, and you will advise me."
A very old friend of mine is an attorney, now retired, who told me that for fifteen years past notaries and lawyers have distrusted their clients quite as much as their adversaries. Your son is a pleader; has he never found himself compromised by the client for whom he held a brief?" "Very often," said Victorin, with a smile. "And what is the cause of this deep-seated evil?" asked the Baroness.
"Cousin," she went on to Victorin, who just now came in, "a great misfortune is hanging over your head." "What is that?" said Victorin. "Within a few days Madame Marneffe will be your wife's stepmother." "That remains to be seen," replied Victorin.
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