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"I have broken all my promises in not sending to you before, and yet all the time I had a presentiment of evil." She wept and sobbed to such a degree that Fanfar could scarcely understand her, but he finally managed to soothe her. She had little to explain, however.
When some one knocked at the porter's lodge he was not yet up, and answered gruffly that the Marquise had not come in and the old woman could not move. There were several rapid knocks on the door. "Open! open!" a voice called. The voice had a strange, familiar tone. She listens. And Fanfar, for it is he, repeats his demand. "In the name of Francine, I beg you to open the door. It is for her sake."
Irène meditated and studied; her youthful mind awoke to great truths, and she realized that men like Fanfar were working for a great cause, and her soul was filled with noble wrath against those persons who were ruining and dishonoring France. How solitary she felt herself! How ignorant! How she longed to interrogate Fanfar on these great subjects.
"Ah! dear mother," he said, "you braved death for the sake of your children. How did you escape?" But the momentary glimmer of reason had in a measure vanished, and when he spoke of Cinette she did not seem to be aware of who the girl was. "You must listen to me, mother," said Fanfar, rapidly. "Jacques was not alone in that inn. There was another child; she was small, she had light curls."
"Fanfar, sign it for me, your hand is better than mine, for the truth is I never learned to write. And now this is done, we must go forth and warn the people of the great pleasure in store for them." In five minutes all the population of Saint Amé was on the Square, for in these Lorraine villages amusements are rare.
"Jacques," she said, "you long since bade me seek to make myself loved. Have I followed your advice?" "I love you," answered Fanfar, simply. "Do you wish me to become your wife?" Caillette uttered a smothered exclamation. "Fanfar," she said, "the lady loves you truly." The young man pressed his hand upon his eyes. "Thanks," he said, "your hearts are all noble and good."
General Foy has stigmatized the purchasers of votes and rendered their names infamous. Roger Collard has distinctly asked a terrible question 'where will you be in seven years? The excitement is general, and we must send a man of activity to Paris a man who is young and active, who is willing to make any sacrifice. Can Fanfar be this man?" Gudel contented himself with a simple affirmative.
"Good, kind souls!" murmured Fanfar, "with the assistance of such people we ought to succeed." He kissed his mother again, then turning to Gudel and Bobichel, he cried: "Come with me! And may Eternal Justice be with us also!"
"Why does Monsieur Fanfar refuse to gain a few louis for his master?" "Not his master," said Gudel, hastily. "Let me speak," interrupted Fanfar. "I will explain to the lady. Our public are bourgeois and common folk who support us, and bring us success. Their hands are large, but they applaud well. They are good people, and I do not wish to humiliate them.
"Yes, one would think so. I have kept my valet on the watch, and discovered that he came every day to the Café de Valois at this hour " "My dear Talizac, I can put an end to all your difficulties. If Mademoiselle de Salves has built up a pretty romance, I can banish her dreams by telling her the name of her lover. Your rival, my dear fellow, is or was rather, a mountebank, and his name is Fanfar."
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