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Madame Vauthier, it is well known, would rather have nothing than a single penny that ought to go to others." Madame Vauthier soon came to terms with Godefroid who would not take the rooms unless he could have them by the single month and furnished. These miserable rooms of students and unlucky authors were rented furnished or unfurnished as the case might be.
He managed this whole business, and the proof is that, now that the trick is played, he goes off and isn't coming back any more. He has just told me I can let his lodgings." Auguste flew to the boulevard and ran after the cab shouting so loudly that he finally stopped it. "What do you want?" asked Godefroid. "My grandfather's manuscripts." "Tell them he can get them from Monsieur Joseph."
The presence of this great lady in Madame de la Chanterie's salon was sufficiently surprising; but the manner in which the two women met and treated each other seemed to Godefroid inexplicable; for it showed the closest intimacy and a constant intercourse which gave Madame de la Chanterie an added value in his eyes.
Godefroid, initiated by her into the financial secrets of the society, worked steadily seven or eight hours a day for several months, under the inspection of Frederic Mongenod, who came every Sunday to examine the work, and from whom he received much praise and encouragement.
When Godefroid stopped before the arched portal of Madame de la Chanterie's house, the priest turned towards him and examined him by the light of the hanging street-lamp, probably one of the last to disappear from the heart of old Paris. "Have you come to see Madame de la Chanterie, monsieur?" said the priest. "Yes," replied Godefroid.
Nucingen started to-night for Brussels. He must file his schedule if he cannot arrange a settlement. This very morning Delphine petitioned for the separation of her estate. You may still save your fortune. "'How? faltered Godefroid; the blood turned to ice in his veins.
The lady, he said, was visible in the evening after seven o'clock, or in the morning between ten and twelve. While speaking, Monsieur Millet examined Godefroid, and made him submit to what magistrates call the "first degree of interrogation." "Was monsieur unmarried? Madame wished a person of regular habits; the gate was closed at eleven at the latest.
"Yes, they'll have made my bones into charcoal by that time; I often see the carts of the refineries coming to Montsouris for charcoal; they tell me they make sugar of it." And he departed after another load of wood, satisfied with this philosophical reflection. Godefroid discreetly withdrew to his own rooms, closing Monsieur Bernard's door behind him.
He was fortunate enough to do so, and had a long talk with a young clerk on books of jurisprudence. When he reached the rue Chanoinesse, he found Madame de la Chanterie and her friends just returning from high mass; in reply to the look she gave him Godefroid made her a significant sign with his head. "Isn't our dear father Alain here to-day?" he said.
"If I had known you were coming home so early I would have made your fire." "I don't want one," said Godefroid, seeing that the widow followed him. "I shall spend the evening in Monsieur Bernard's apartment." "Well, well! you must be his cousin, if you are hand and glove like that! Perhaps monsieur will finish now the little conversation we began." "Ah, yes! about that four hundred francs.
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