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Updated: August 22, 2024
That document bears the date of August last, and took the place of one of the same nature made two years ago in the name of Mme. Claire Madeleine Forestier. I have the first will, which would prove, in case of contestation on the part of the family, that Count de Vaudrec had not changed his mind." Madeleine cast down her eyes; her cheeks were pale. Georges nervously twisted his mustache.
In that way we can silence malignant tongues." She answered somewhat impatiently: "I do not see how we can silence malignant tongues since the will is there, signed by Vaudrec." He said angrily: "Do you need to exhibit it, or affix it to the door? You are absurd! We will say that the fortune was left us jointly by Count de Vaudrec. That is all.
Laroche reigned supreme in the Du Roy household, having taken the place of Count de Vaudrec; he spoke to the servants as if he were their master. Georges submitted to it all, like a dog which wishes to bite and dares not. But he was often harsh and brutal to Madeleine, who merely shrugged her shoulders and treated him as one would a fretful child.
She murmured: "Thank you, I shall not forget." As Duroy descended the staircase, he met M. de Vaudrec ascending. The Count seemed sad perhaps at the approaching departure. The journalist bowed, the Count returned his salutation courteously but somewhat haughtily. On Thursday evening the Forestiers left town. Charles's absence gave Duroy a more important position on "La Vie Francaise."
Madeleine asked: "What, my friend?" "That Vaudrec left us nothing." She blushed and said: "Why should he leave us anything? Had he any reason for doing so?" Then after several moments of silence, she continued: "Perhaps there is a will at a lawyer's; we should not know of it." He replied: "That is possible, for he was our best friend.
She replied without turning her head and continuing the arrangement of her flowers: "Yes and no: it is my old friend, Count de Vaudrec, who is in the habit of dining here every Monday and who will come now as he always has." Georges murmured: "Very well." He stopped behind her, the bouquet in his hand, the desire strong within him to conceal it to throw it away.
I did not have time to tell you before dinner, for Vaudrec came. Laroche-Mathieu brought me important news of Morocco. We must make a fine article of that. Let us set to work at once. Come, take the lamp." He carried the lamp and they entered the study. Madeleine leaned, against the mantelpiece, and having lighted a cigarette, told him the news and gave him her plan of the article.
Georges could not help muttering: "I suspected that." The notary continued: "I shall read you the document which is very brief." "'I, the undersigned, Paul Emile Cyprien Gontran, Count de Vaudrec, sound both in body and mind, here express my last wishes. As death might take me away at any moment, I wish to take the precaution of drawing up my will, to be deposited with M. Lamaneur."
They are supposed to be written by a Jean Le Dol, a young, intelligent, handsome man something like our friend Georges who has become acquainted with Mme. Forestier. From that I have concluded that she likes beginners and that they like her. She is, moreover, rich; Vaudrec and Laroche-Mathieu were not attentive to her for nothing." Rival asked: "Tell me, is it true that Mme.
He retraced his steps with a light heart, thinking of a thousand things of the fortune he would make, of that rascal of a Laroche, and of old Walter. He was not at all uneasy as to Clotilde's anger, knowing that she would soon forgive him. When he asked the janitor of the house in which Count de Vaudrec lived: "How is M. de Vaudrec?
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