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"Ah! my daughter, you are very hard," he replied, sitting down in an armchair and allowing her to leave him. The next morning, on coming downstairs, Marguerite learned from Lemulquinier that Monsieur Claes had gone out. This simple announcement turned her pale; her face was so painfully significant that the old valet remarked hastily:
"Don't alarm Monsieur Claes; say nothing to him, Martha," said her mistress. "My poor dear girls," she added, pressing Marguerite and Felicie to her heart with a despairing action; "I wish I could live long enough to see you married and happy. Martha," she continued, "tell Lemulquinier to go to Monsieur de Solis and ask him in my name to come here."
At first Josephine endeavored, in concert with Balthazar's valet, Lemulquinier, to repair the daily devastation of his clothing, but even that she was soon forced to give up. The very day when Balthazar, unaware of the substitution, put on new clothes in place of those that were stained, torn, or full of holes, he made rags of them.
Emmanuel has laid by nearly sixty thousand francs which he has economized, and we will give them to Lemulquinier. After serving you so well the man ought to be made comfortable for his remaining years. Do not be uneasy about us. Monsieur de Solis and I intend to lead a quiet, peaceful life, a life without luxury; we can well afford to lend you that money until you are able to return it."
The shopkeeper told Monsieur de Solis's valet that old Claes had gone out an hour before, and that Monsieur Lemulquinier was no doubt taking him to walk on the ramparts. Marguerite sent for a locksmith to force the door, glad to escape a scene in case her father, as Felicie had written, should refuse to admit her into the house.
By one of those fatalities which can never be explained, Claes and Lemulquinier had gone out early in the morning, thus evading the secret guardianship of Monsieur and Madame Pierquin. On their way back from the ramparts they sat down to sun themselves on a bench in the place Saint-Jacques, an open space crossed by children on their way to school.
Marguerite, who was all pride and dignity, felt an oppression at her heart as she perceived from the tone and manner of the servant that some mortifying familiarity had grown up between her father and the companion of his labors. "My father cannot make out the account of what he owes in this place without you," she said. "Monsieur," began Lemulquinier, "owes "
"There's no mother could stand quietly by and see a father amusing himself by chopping up a fortune like his into sausage-meat." Josette, whose head was covered by a round cap with crimped borders, which made it look like a German nut-cracker, cast a sour look at Lemulquinier, which the greenish tinge of her prominent little eyes made almost venomous.
"Lemulquinier!" cried Claes in a voice of thunder. The old man appeared. "Go up and destroy all instruments, apparatus, everything! Be careful, but destroy all. I renounce Science," he said to his wife. "Too late," she answered, looking at Lemulquinier. "Marguerite!" she cried, feeling herself about to die.
Get your roast chickens up there." Lemulquinier took his dry bread and went out. "He will go and buy something to eat with his own money," said Martha; "all the better, it is just so much saved. Isn't he stingy, the old scarecrow!" "Starve him! that's the only way to manage him," said Josette. "For a week past he hasn't rubbed a single floor; I have to do his work, for he is always upstairs.
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