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A cough, continual fever, oppressive breathing and spots on her cheeks indicated some serious trouble. Monsieur Poupart had advised a sojourn in Provence. Madame Aubain decided that they would go, and she would have had her daughter come home at once, had it not been for the climate of Pont-l'Evêque. She made an arrangement with a livery-stable man who drove her over to the convent every Tuesday.
Poupart came to the meeting here this morning only because the gentleman wished him to do so; if he had sent him to Paris, he'd go. Gothard told Poupart to keep silent about the gentleman, and to fool all inquisitive people." "If you can get Anicette here, don't fail to let me know," said Antonin. "But I could see her at Cinq-Cygne if monsieur would send me to his house at Val-Preux."
"Don't let us complicate Antonin's difficulties," said Frederic Marest, winking at his substitute. The four officials, who had crossed the open square and were close to the Mulet inn, now saw Poupart leaving the house of Madame Marion and coming towards them. A moment later, and the porte cochere of that house vomited the sixty-seven conspirators.
Guy, these are my friends Count Pierre d'Estelle, Count Walter de Vesoul, the Sieur John de Perron, and the Knights Louis de Lactre, Sir Reginald Poupart, Sir James Regnier, Sir Thomas d'Autre, and Sir Philip de Noisies."
But who are these with you?" "They are three Burgundian knights, who from love and courtesy, and in requital of a service done them by your brave esquire here, have safely brought us out of Paris and escorted us on our way. They are Count Charles d'Estournel, Sir John Poupart, and Sir Louis de Lactre." Holding his hand she advanced to meet them and introduced them to him.
A Parisian, wandering by chance into these regions, like the Unknown, would have thought her excessively garrulous. " I was, naturally, making my toilet, and as I looked mechanically about me " "Through the window?" asked Antonin. "Certainly; my dressing-room opens on the street. Now you know, of course, that Poupart has put the stranger into one of the rooms exactly opposite to mine "
"Oh, yes, monsieur; for Gothard, the steward of Cinq-Cygne, came this morning to see his brother-in-law Poupart, and warned him to be very discreet about the gentleman and to serve him like a king." "Vinet must be right," thought the sub-prefect. "Can there be some cabal on foot?" "It was Duc Georges de Maufrigneuse who sent Gothard to the Mulet.
He would have been compelled by threats, and if these failed by tortures, to reveal who his employer was and where he lived, and in that case a search would have been made, we should have been discovered, and our lives as well as that of our host would have paid the penalty." "It is impossible to speak too highly of the young esquire," Sir John Poupart said warmly.
One was the landlord of the Mulet, the best inn in Arcis, standing on the Grande-Place at the corner of the rue de Brienne. This worthy landlord, named Poupart, had married the sister of a man-servant attached to the Comtesse de Cinq-Cygne, the well-known Gothard, one of the actors and witnesses in the Simeuse affair.
The three servants of the inn ran out, and the tilbury drove in without any one being able to see a single feature of the stranger's face. The sub-prefect followed the tilbury into the courtyard, and went to the door of the inn. "Madame Poupart," said Antonin, "will you ask Monsieur Monsieur " "I don't know his name," said Gothard's sister. "You do wrong!
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