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But Madame Jules had seen him, Madame Jules went there, Madame Jules had lied to him. Maulincour determined to go and see her the next day. She could not refuse his visit, for he was now her accomplice; he was hands and feet in the mysterious affair, and she knew it. Already he felt himself a sultan, and thought of demanding from Madame Jules, imperiously, all her secrets.
But, in any case, swear to me that you will let this singular adventure explain itself naturally. Here are the facts. Monsieur de Maulincour declared to me that the three accidents you have heard mentioned the falling of a stone on his servant, the breaking down of his cabriolet, and his duel about Madame de Serizy were the result of some plot I had laid against him.
Two inches more and the stone would have fallen on the baron's head. The groom was dead, the carriage shattered. 'Twas an event for the whole neighborhood, the newspapers told of it. Monsieur de Maulincour, certain that he had not touched the boarding, complained; the case went to court.
This life of a young girl, with its love betrayed, its fatal joys, its pangs, its miseries, and its horrible resignation, summed up in a few words, this humble poem, essentially Parisian, written on dirty paper, influenced for a passing moment Monsieur de Maulincour.
But her husband did not hear her; he was studying the signs above the shop windows. "Clemence," he said at last, "forgive me the question I am about to ask you." He came closer, took her by the waist, and drew her to him. "My God, it is coming!" thought the poor woman. "Well," she said aloud, anticipating the question, "you want to know what Monsieur de Maulincour said to me.
The vidame's logic triumphed. "If she is betraying her husband we will avenge ourselves," said Auguste. There was still faith in that "if". The philosophic doubt of Descartes is a politeness with which we should always honor virtue. Ten o'clock sounded. The Baron de Maulincour remembered that this woman was going to a ball that evening at a house to which he had access.
He went to Monsieur de Maulincour to demand the satisfaction agreed upon between them. It was not without great difficulty that he succeeded in reaching the presence of the author of these misfortunes; but the vidame, when he learned that the visit related to an affair of honor, obeyed the precepts of his whole life, and himself took Jules into the baron's chamber.
But her husband did not hear her; he was studying the signs above the shop windows. "Clemence," he said at last, "forgive me the question I am about to ask you." He came closer, took her by the waist, and drew her to him. "My God, it is coming!" thought the poor woman. "Well," she said aloud, anticipating the question, "you want to know what Monsieur de Maulincour said to me.
But I make no doubt that you will regard this prayer of a mother, who begs you to destroy this letter. Accept the assurance of my perfect consideration. Baronne de Maulincour, nee de Rieux. "Oh! what torture!" cried Jules. "What is it? what is in your mind?" asked his wife, exhibiting the deepest anxiety.
Monsieur de Maulincour presently saw no more of the man than the tail of his coat as it brushed the gate-post, but as he turned to leave his own place he noticed at his feet a letter which must have fallen from the unknown beggar when he took, as the baron had seen him take, a handkerchief from his pocket.
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