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Guy d'Hardelot is probably classed with the French writers. Ethel Barns is included because of her excellent violin compositions, as well as her admirable performance on that instrument. In Germany, the works of Louisa Lebeau would seem to place her in the front rank, but many musicians consider them somewhat artificial.
"Not so bad as that; I have just paid the rent of the baraque for three months in advance, and there is your quarter's pay, in advance also. My kind regards to Madame, and tell her to keep your skin safe from the schemes of these lunatics." Thrusting some pieces of gold into the hands of the porter, Lebeau nodded his adieu, and hastened along his way.
Ferrier accused Grimm of his German origin, and hinted at denouncing him as a Prussian spy. Gaspard le Noy linked his arm in Monnier's, and when they had gained the dark street without, leading into a labyrinth of desolate lanes, the Medicin des Pauvres said to the mechanic: "You are a brave fellow, Monnier. Lebeau owes you a good turn.
"I am glad to think he is under so salutary an influence," said the Duchesse; and seeing that Alain remained silent and thoughtful, she wisely changed the subject, and shortly afterwards the two friends took leave. Three days elapsed before Graham again saw M. Lebeau.
"Liar!" cried the Pole, and seized Lebeau by the left hand, while with the right he drew forth a revolver. Ferrier and Grimm, shouting, "A bas le renegat!" would have rushed forward in support of the Pole, but Monnier thrust himself between them and their intended victim, crying with a voice that dominated their yell, "Back! we are not assassins."
This Jean Lebeau is alleged to have been one and the same person with Victor de Mauleon.
Nor only his repute and position; bank-notes of considerable value were transmitted to him by the publisher, with the brief statement that they were sent by the sole proprietor of the paper as the editor's fair share of profit. The proprietor was never named, but Rameau took it for granted that it was M. Lebeau.
He seemed in a profound sleep. At last the porter gently touched the arm of the slumberer, and whispered in his ear, "It is on the stroke of ten, citizen; they will be here in a minute or so." Lebeau lifted his head drowsily. "Eh," said he "what?" "You have been asleep." "I suppose so, for I have been dreaming. Ha! I hear the door-bell. I am wide awake now."
Graham, while he thus said, naturally looked Lebeau in the face, not pryingly, not significantly, but as a man generally does look in the face the other man whom he accosts seriously. The change in the face he regarded was slight, but it was unmistakable.
"Monsieur le Vicomte de Mauleon, when you talk of disguise, is it too much to inquire why my acquaintance was accepted by Monsieur Lebeau?" "Ha! Then you confess that it was Victor de Mauleon whom you sought when you first visited the cafe Jean Jacques?" "Frankly I confess it." Monsieur Lebeau drew himself back, and seemed to reflect. "I see!
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