"I beg your pardon, I have."
The old lawyer"s small eyes were shining with unusual brilliancy. He certainly felt deeply the loss of his money; but the idea that he had been swindled for the benefit of some clever rascal was absolutely insupportable to him.
"If we were wise," he said again, "we"d do this. Mme. Favoral would take these fifteen thousand francs, and we would go together, she and I, to see M. de Thaller."
It was an unexpected good-fortune for Mme. Favoral, that M. Chapelain should consent to a.s.sist her. So, without hesitating, "The time to dress, sir," she said, "and I am ready." She left the parlor; but as she reached her room, her son joined her.
"I am obliged to go out, dear mother," he said; "and I shall probably not be home to breakfast."
She looked at him with an air of painful surprise. "What," she said, "at such a moment!"
"I am expected home."
"By whom? A woman?" she murmured.
"Well, yes."
"And it is for that woman"s sake that you want to leave your sister alone at home?"
"I must, mother, I a.s.sure you; and, if you only knew-"
"I do not wish to know, any thing."
But his resolution had been taken. He went off; and a few moments later Mme. Favoral and M. Chapelain entered a cab which had been sent for, and drove to M. de Thaller"s.
Left alone, Mlle. Gilberte had but one thought,-to notify M. de Tregars, and obtain word from him. Any thing seemed preferable to the horrible anxiety which oppressed her. She had just commenced a letter, which she intended to have taken to the Count de Villegre, when a violent ring of the bell made her start; and almost immediately the servant came in, saying, "It is a gentleman who wishes to see you, a friend of monsieur"s, -M. Costeclar, you know."
Mlle. Gilberte started to her feet, trembling with excitement.
"That"s too much impudence!" she exclaimed. She was hesitating whether to refuse him the door, or to see him, and dismiss him shamefully herself, when she had a sudden inspiration. "What does he want?" she thought. "Why not see him, and try and find out what he knows? For he certainly must know the truth."
But it was no longer time to deliberate. Above the servant"s shoulder M. Costeclar"s pale and impudent face showed itself.
The girl having stepped to one side, he appeared, hat in hand. Although it was not yet nine o"clock, his morning toilet was irreproachably correct. He had already pa.s.sed through the hair-dresser"s hands; and his scanty hair was brought forward over his low fore-head with the usual elaborate care.
He wore a pair of those ridiculous trousers which grow wide from the knee down, and which were invented by Prussian tailors to hide their customers" ugly feet. Under his light-colored overcoat could be seen a velvet-faced jacket, with a rose in its b.u.t.tonhole.
Meantime, he remained motionless on the threshold of the door, trying to smile, and muttering one of those sentences which are never intended to be finished.
"I beg you to believe, mademoiselle-your mother"s absence-my most respectful admiration-"
In fact, he was taken aback by the disorder of the girl"s toilet, -disorder which she had had no time to repair since the clamors of the creditors had started her from her bed.
She wore a long brown cashmere wrapper, fitting quite close over the hips setting off the vigorous elegance of her figure, the maidenly perfections of her waist, and the exquisite contour of her neck. Gathered up in haste, her thick blonde hair escaped from beneath the pins, and spread over her shoulders in luminous cascades. Never had she appeared to M. Costeclar as lovely as at this moment, when her whole frame was vibrating with suppressed indignation, her cheeks flushed, her eyes flashing.
"Please come in, sir," she uttered.
He stepped forward, no longer bowing humbly as formerly, but with legs outstretched, chest thrown out, with an ill-concealed look of gratified vanity. "I did not expect the honor of your visit, sir," said the young girl.
Pa.s.sing rapidly his hat and his cane from the right hand into the left, and then the right hand upon his heart, his eyes raised to the ceiling, and with all the depth of expression of which he was capable, "It is in times of adversity that we know our real friends, mademoiselle," he uttered. "Those upon whom we thought we could rely the most, often, at the first reverse, take flight forever!"
She felt a shiver pa.s.s over her. Was this an allusion to Marius?
The other, changing his tone, went on, "It"s only last night that I heard of poor Favoral"s discomfiture, at the bourse where I had gone for news. It was the general topic of conversation. Twelve millions! That"s pretty hard. The Mutual Credit Society might not be able to stand it. From 580, at which it was selling before the news, it dropped at once to 300. At nine o"clock, there were no takers at 180. And yet, if there is nothing beyond what they say, at 180, I am in."
Was he forgetting himself, or pretending to?
"But please excuse me, mademoiselle," he resumed: "that"s not what I came to tell you. I came to ask if you had any news of our poor Favoral."
"We have none, sir."
"Then it is true: he succeeded in getting away through this window?"
"Yes."
"And he did not tell you where he meant to take refuge?"
Observing M. Costeclar with all her power of penetration, Mlle. Gilberte fancied she discovered in him something like a certain surprise mingled with joy.
"Then Favoral must have left without a sou!"
"They accuse him of having carried away millions, sir; but I would swear that it is not so."
M. Costeclar approved with a nod.
"I am of the same opinion," he declared, "unless-but no, he was not the man to try such a game. And yet-but again no, he was too closely watched. Besides, he was carrying a very heavy load, a load that exhausted all his resources."
Mlle. Gilberte, hoping that she was going to learn something, made an effort to preserve her indifference.
"What do you mean?" she inquired.
He looked at her, smiled, and, in a light tone, "Nothing," he answered, "only some conjectures of my own."
And throwing himself upon a chair, his head leaning upon its back, "That is not the object of my visit either," he uttered. "Favoral is overboard: don"t let us say any thing more about him. Whether he has got "the bag" or not, you"ll never see him again: he is as good as dead. Let us, therefore, talk of the living, of yourself. What"s going to become of you?"
"I do not understand your question, sir."
"It is perfectly limpid, nevertheless. I am asking myself how you are going to live, your mother and yourself?"
"Providence will not abandon us, sir."
M. Costeclar had crossed his legs, and with the end of his cane he was negligently tapping his immaculate boot.
"Providence!" he giggled; "that"s very good on the stage, in a play, with low music in the orchestra. I can just see it. In real life, unfortunately, the life which we both live, you and I, it is not with words, were they a yard long, that the baker, the grocer, and those rascally landlords, can be paid, or that dresses and shoes can be bought."
She made no answer.
"Now, then," he went on, "here you are without a penny. Is it Maxence who will supply you with money? Poor fellow! Where would he get it? He has hardly enough for himself. Therefore, what are you going to do?"
"I shall work, sir."
He got up, bowed low, and, resuming his seat, "My sincere compliments," he said. "There is but one obstacle to that fine resolution: it is impossible for a woman to live by her labor alone. Servants are about the only ones who ever get their full to eat."
"I"ll be a servant, if necessary."
For two or three seconds he remained taken aback, but, recovering himself, "How different things would be," he resumed in an insinuating tone, "if you had not rejected me when I wanted to become your husband! But you couldn"t bear the sight of me. And yet, "pon my word, I was in love with you, oh, but for good and earnest! You see, I am a judge of women; and I saw very well how you would look, handsomely dressed and got up, leaning back in a fine carriage in the Bois-"
Stronger than her will, disgust rose to her lips.
"Ah, sir!" she said.
He mistook her meaning.
"You are regretting all that," he continued. "I see it. Formerly, eh, you would never have consented to receive me thus, alone with you, which proves that girls should not be headstrong, my dear child."
He, Costeclar, he dared to call her, "My dear child." Indignant and insulted, "Oh!" she exclaimed. But he had started, and kept on, "Well, such as I was, I am still. To be sure, there probably would be nothing further said about marriage between us; but, frankly, what would you care if the conditions were the same,-a fine house, carriages, horses, servants-"
Up to this moment, she had not fully understood him. Drawing herself up to her fullest height, and pointing to the door, "Leave this moment," she ordered.
But he seemed in no wise disposed to do so: on the contrary, paler than usual, his eyes bloodshot, his lips trembling, and smiling a strange smile, he advanced towards Mlle. Gilberte.
"What!" said he. "You are in trouble, I kindly come to offer my services, and this is the way you receive me! You prefer to work, do you? Go ahead then, my lovely one, p.r.i.c.k your pretty fingers, and redden your eyes. My time will come. Fatigue and want, cold in the winter, hunger in all seasons, will speak to your little heart of that kind Costeclar who adores you, like a big fool that he is, who is a serious man and who has money,-much money."
Beside herself, "Wretch!" cried the girl, "leave, leave at once."
"One moment," said a strong voice.
M. Costeclar looked around.
Marius de Tregars stood within the frame of the open door.
"Marius!" murmured Mlle. Gilberte, rooted to the spot by a surprise hardly less immense than her joy.
To behold him thus suddenly, when she was wondering whether she would ever see him again; to see him appear at the very moment when she found herself alone, and exposed to the basest outrages, -it was one of those fortunate occurrences which one can scarcely realize; and from the depth of her soul rose something like a hymn of thanks.
Nevertheless, she was confounded at M. Costeclar"s att.i.tude. According to her, and from what she thought she knew, he should have been petrified at the sight of M. de Tregars.
And he did not even seem to know him. He seemed shocked, annoyed at being interrupted, slightly surprised, but in no wise moved or frightened. Knitting his brows, "What do you wish?" he inquired in his most impertinent tone.
M. de Tregars stepped forward. He was somewhat pale, but unnaturally calm, cool, and collected. Bowing to Mlle. Gilberte, "If I have thus ventured to enter your apartment, mademoiselle," he uttered gently, "it is because, as I was going by the door, I thought I recognized this gentleman"s carriage."
And, with his finger over his shoulder, he was pointing to M. Costeclar.
"Now," he went on, "I had reason to be somewhat astonished at this, after the positive orders I had given him never to set his feet, not only in this house, but in this part of the city. I wished to find out exactly. I came up: I heard-"
All this was said in a tone of such crushing contempt, that a slap on the face would have been less cruel. All the blood in M. Costeclar"s veins rushed to his face.
"You!" he interrupted insolently: "I do not know you."
Imperturbable, M. de Tregars was drawing off his gloves.
"Are you quite certain of that?" he replied. "Come, you certainly know my old friend, M. de Villegre?"
An evident feeling of anxiety appeared on M. Costeclar"s countenance.
"I do," he stammered.
"Did not M. Villegre call upon you before the war?"
"He did."
"Well, "twas I who sent him to you; and the commands which he delivered to you were mine."
"Yours?"
"Mine. I am Marius de Tregars."
A nervous shudder shook M. Costeclar"s lean frame. Instinctively his eye turned towards the door.
"You see," Marius went on with the same gentleness, "we are, you and I, old acquaintances. For you quite remember me now, don"t you? I am the son of that poor Marquis de Tregars who came to Paris, all the way from his old Brittany with his whole fortune, -two millions."
"I remember," said the stock-broker: "I remember perfectly well."
"On the advice of certain clever people, the Marquis de Tregars ventured into business. Poor old man! He was not very sharp. He was firmly persuaded that he had already more than doubled his capital, when his honorable partners demonstrated to him that he was ruined, and, besides, compromised by certain signatures imprudently given."
Mlle. Gilberte was listening, her mouth open, and wondering what Marius was aiming at, and how he could remain so calm.
"That disaster," he went on, "was at the time the subject of an enormous number of very witty jokes. The people of the bourse could hardly admire enough these bold financiers who had so deftly relieved that candid marquis of his money. That was well done for him; what was he meddling with? As to myself, to stop the prosecutions with which my father was threatened, I gave up all I had. I was quite young, and, as you see, quite what you call, I believe, "green." I am no longer so now. Were such a thing to happen to me to-day, I should want to know at once what had become of the millions: I would feel all the pockets around me. I would say, "Stop thief!""
At every word, as it were, M. Costeclar"s uneasiness became more manifest.
"It was not I," he said, "who received the benefit of M. de Tregars" fortune."
Marius nodded approvingly.
"I know now," he replied, "among whom the spoils were divided. You, M. Costeclar, you took what you could get, timidly, and according to your means. Sharks are always accompanied by small fishes, to which they abandon the crumbs they disdain. You were but a small fish then: you accommodated yourself with what your patrons, the sharks, did not care about. But, when you tried to operate alone, you were not shrewd enough: you left proofs of your excessive appet.i.te for other people"s money. Those proofs I have in my possession."
M. Costeclar was now undergoing perfect torture.
"I am caught," he said, "I know it: I told M. de Villegre so."
"Why are you here, then?"
"How did I know that the count had been sent by you?"
"That"s a poor reason, sir."
"Besides, after what has occurred, after Favoral"s flight, I thought myself relieved of my engagement."