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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Why do you not speak?" continued the marquis, mockingly. "You are, no doubt, sorrowful at the death of Fanfaro, whom you imagine to be the legitimate heir of the Fougereuse? Yes, I cannot help you; gone is gone; and if it interests you, you can learn how Fanfaro came to his death. I killed him!" "Impossible do not say that!" cried Pierre Labarre in terror.
Ah, little fool, I did not mean it: be quiet, he will soon be here!" Pierre Labarre felt his heart stand still. The crippled, disfigured woman who sat there could be none other than Louise, Jules's wife! But who could her companion be? No longer able to control himself, he softly entered the room.
I very much prefer my rope dancers to this great lord!" Cyprien looked up and down the corridor, and listened at the doors of the next rooms, to ascertain that they were empty. The Marquis, in the meantime, had thrown his hat and cloak on the bed. "We are alone?" he asked impatiently. "Yes, sir." "Speak, then. Your letter told me that you have found traces of that miserable Labarre."
"Those words have been written by some unmitigated liar!" cried the marquis. "Pierre Labarre, say that it is not true, or else I must have poisoned my own son!" "Would to God I could say no," replied Pierre, shuddering, "but I cannot! Fanfaro was your son his blood lies on your head!"
As soon as the Marquis was alone with Labarre, an entire transformation took place in his manner. He seemed to throw aside a mask. He seized Labarre's hand, who shrank from the contact. "Listen to me, Pierre, and for God's sake throw aside this distrust, which is an insult to me. You were the friend and the confidant of my father, you knew his secret thoughts, and you know that he did not love me.
"What good is it that you put your brother out of the way? His portion of the fortune is kept from you, and if you do not force Pierre Labarre to speak you will have to go without it." "Then you think Pierre Labarre knows where the major part of my father's fortune is?" asked the marquis. "Certainly.
Irène pressed her hand; she could not speak. Suddenly Irène started, her instinct had told her the truth. "And you," she exclaimed, "you also love him." The two girls embraced each other tenderly. All this time Françoise sat perfectly silent, she was content now that Cinette was near her, but still she thought of Jacques with longing. Where was old Labarre?
"Should I succeed in securing an influential position at court, you shall be the first to profit by it." "Thanks, my lord. I know I can count on your word. To come back to Pierre Labarre, I think we should hunt him up as soon as possible." "I am ready; where does he live?" "At Vagney, about three hours distant." "It is now three o'clock," said the marquis, pulling out his watch.
He gave it free of charge to the poorest family in the village, with the condition that he be allowed to live there a few weeks each year. A schoolmaster was soon found in the person of a former sergeant, and as Pierre Labarre such was the name of the new owner undertook to look out for the teacher's salary, the inhabitants of Leigoutte had every reason to be thankful to him.
"And to think that this fortune may escape us!" "The marriage is not yet decided, then?" "Not precisely; and the smallest incident may ruin my plans. This Labarre must be made to speak, even if violence be necessary." "He is an incorruptible old fellow, and these honest people are sometimes very hard to deal with."
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