File No. 113

gn of "La Bonne Foi," a small establishment, half cafe and half

Prosper, the day after his release, awaited M. Ver

uality itself, appeared. He was more red-faced an

left the room to obey his

ur commissio

mons

seen the

erything you ordered will be se

ost time, neither have I.

ssed, and the hour for absinthe has not yet come. M. Verduret and Prosper cou

precious diary which, like the enchanted book in

I appointed to meet here, let us d

tible insects which, having once penetrated the root of a tree, devour it in a single night,

had filled Prosper with suspicions which had g

. Verduret, "what part of France this

my, which is also Mme.

certain

heard him tell M. Fauvel; and he would talk to Mme. Fauvel by the hour a

ossible mistake or falsehood

he least,

are assuming

teeth; which, with M. Verduret, was

, monsieur?" i

ir, "here is a lovely town, called St. Remy, six thousand inhabitants; charming boulevards on the site of the old fo

was on

, monsieur, as to

hich is of unparalleled beauty, and a Greek mausoleum; but no Lagors.

have

. My proofs are undeniable, perfectly authenticated. While you were pining in prison, I was preparing my

t me know wh

ver the leaves of his memoranda. "Ah, here is nu

hen

inally from Maillane, settled a

u so," cri

to finish," s

29 Mlle. Rosalie-Clarisse Fontanet, of Tarascon; died December 1848, leaving no male heir, but left t

s information?" queried the f

looked

Fauvel treat Rao

mber two: it is not official, but it throws a valuable lig

of December, 1848, in a state of great poverty. He at one time was possessed

il merchant at Orgon. His widow, who lives at Montagnette, is supported entirely by one of her relativ

M. Verduret; "don't

don't know whether I

he widow Lagors had a child born after her husband's death. This objection has been destroyed b

er thoughtfully,

than to know whom he is not. There is one man who could give us all the

n M. de

nd no o

sion toward him. Ah, if we could only get his

ing the Clameran family by your father, who kne

my father

be sure. I will read you the

an affray in which he had the misfortune to kill one man and badly wound another, was compelled to fly the country in 1842. Gaston wa

nd in less than two years had squandered not only his

s entered the army, but behaved so

ver is, that he went to England, and thence to a German gamblin

e was in great poverty, and his associa

accustomed to a very active life, he purchased, near Orloron, an iron-mill, intending to spend the remainder of his life in working at it.

e that M. de Clameran was very poor when I

dent

me Lagors arrived

cise

his appearance Madelein

I am glad you are beginning to u

ed by the entran

ant black whiskers, shining boots with fancy tops; buff b

he room, he walked straight up to

er Joseph Dubois?" said

it!" answered the servant:

recognized his face. He had certainly somewhere seen that retreating forehead

pied by M. Verduret and Prosper; and, having called for some absinthe, was

said M.

that the position of valet and coachman

e point. You can c

followed him. Do you know where he went? The thing was as good as a farce

. They told him s

ad happened to put him in such a bad humor. 'Nothing,' replied my master, 'except that little devil has run off, and no one knows where she is; she has slipped through our fingers.' Then they both appeared to be vexed a

ad his reasons for appreciating at

t sense, after all; don't you th

aster shrugged his shoulders, and laughing loudly said, 'You talk like an idiot; when one is annoyed by a woman of t

an excellent idea; but the misfortune is, it is too late to carry it out. T

understood the fragment of Gypsy's letter. He saw that this Raoul, in whom he had confided so deeply, was nothing more than a scoundrel. A

Dubois continu

om. I shaved him, curled his hair, and perfumed him with special care,

sulting language he used the day of the

so stayed there until midnight, to my great disco

hen he came out?"

my carriage, and rubbing down my horses, I went to see if he wanted anything; I

this insult, Master Joseph here

?" questione

ch a row! why, the most abandoned housebreakers and pickpockets would have blushed to hear such Billingsgate. At one time my master seized the other by the throat and shook him like a

t did th

tone; "the scamps spoke English, so I could not underst

you kn

rgent' means money in every language in Europe; and t

f; and Prosper, who was watching him, wondered if he was trying to

fancy ball which is to be given by some banker. When Raoul was leaving, my master said, 'Since this thing is inevitabl

ing with men who called for absinthe or bitters, and youths wh

ster will want you, Joseph; besides, here is s

tened than ever. He looked uneasily around the room, as if he expe

ave his hand to Prosper, and, after assuring himself that no

this in a

ly turned over the leaves, and soon found the pages from

he book to Prosper, "but here is materia

ghost. He recognized this prayer-book instantly. He

leine had written, "Souvenir of Notre

ongs to Madele

d toward a young man dressed like a

n handed to him, and hastened back to t

e have got

d without saying a word to Cavaillon, he sei

treet: "we may miss them. We shall certainly reach the

, where are you go

can talk after w

d before one of the hacks belonging to the rail

g us to Vesinet?" he

the road very

sinet was enou

me of night, in such dreadful weathe

ore for driving

ave that to your generosity; but if

M. Verduret, "if you overtake a carria

he delighted driver; "jump i

s, he galloped them down the Ru