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'I forget the lad's name; but he says that your father is well, and Madame Voss. He goes back early to-morrow with the roulage and some goods that his people have bought. I think he is at supper now. The place of honour at the top of the table at the Colmar inn was not in these days assumed by Madame Faragon.
For these considerations, and on condition that George Voss should expend a certain sum of money in renewing the faded glories of the house, he was to be the landlord in full enjoyment of all real power on the first of January following.
He went through into the kitchen before he met any one, and there he found Madame Voss with the cook and Peter. Immediate explanations had, of course, to be made as to his unexpected arrival; questions asked, and suggestions offered 'Came he in peace, or came he in war? Had he come because he had heard of the betrothals? He admitted that it was so. 'And you are glad of it? asked Madame Voss.
Urmand himself was quite alive to the necessity of putting an end to his present exceptionally disagreeable position. He was very angry; very angry naturally with Marie, who had, he thought, treated him villainously. Why had she made that little soft, languid promise to him when he was last at Granpere, if she had not then loved him? And of course he was angry with George Voss.
But in truth there had been a few words between the father and the son; and the two were so like each other that the father found it difficult to rule, and the son found it difficult to be ruled. George Voss was very like his father, with this difference, as he was often told by the old folk about Granpere, that he would never fill his father's shoes.
But before anything farther can be said of these few words, Madame Voss and her niece must be introduced to the reader. Madame Voss was nearly twenty years younger than her husband, and had now been a wife some five or six years.
'It is lucky that you got your little bit of money before this affair was settled, said she. 'It would not have made the difference of a copper sou, said George Voss, as he walked angrily out of the old woman's room. This was in the evening, after supper, and the greater part of the day had passed since he had first heard the news.
Yet, for the sake of her husband and her people, she braced herself up to the effort of treating him as a gentleman and appealing to his generosity. If she was able to conceal her loathing, this was scarcely so with her devoted lady in waiting, the Countess von Voss, who has left us an acrid account of Napoleon's visit to the Queen at the miller's house at Tilsit.
Voss were fixed intently on Doctor Angler, and he was reading every varying expression of his countenance. "Doctor," he said, laying his hand on the physician's arm and speaking huskily, "I want you to answer me truly. Had he taken much wine?" It was some moments before Doctor Angier replied: "On such occasions most people take wine freely. It flows like water, you know.
Voss began to beat nervously upon the counter with his knuckles. "We can stand anything but suspense," he declared. "Get on with your shock-giving." "I believe that the person responsible for the death of Victor Bidlake is in this room at the present moment," Francis declared. Again the silence, curious, tense and dramatic.
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