French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Monseigneur," said the barber, whose face had become livid, while a
convulsive trembling seized his limbs; "monseigneur, what do you say?
Could you believe it of me?"
"I believe nothing yet, but tomorrow I shall urge the magistrates to
make an effort to pierce this mystery."
"Monseigneur, you shall have Blanche," said Touquet dropping into a
chair as though he were perfectly helpless.
The marquis smiled triumphantly and seemed to forget all but his love.
Touquet who had been thrown into a state of the deepest depression and
consternation, remained for some minutes without daring to raise his
eyes, and unable to resume his ordinary expression. Finally, he rose
and murmured, in a broken voice,--
"Believe me, monsieur le marquis, that it is not the suspicions you have
conceived which determine me to obey you--my devotion alone--"
"Enough," said the marquis interrupting him; "not another word about
that. I am quite willing to believe that appearances are deceitful. We
will occupy ourselves only with my love. I don't wish to lose a single
instant in obtaining possession of Blanche, and, since you tell me that
in two days she was to have been married, it is necessary that she
should leave this house tonight."
"I agree with you," said Touquet, "since she is to go the sooner the
better. But how can it be done tonight?"
"I don't recognize you, Touquet; you see nothing but obstacles, as for
me, I don't know of any. It is not yet midnight, we have some time
remaining. I'll go to my hotel and send Germain, my valet de chambre, to
get a carriage--and to go only as far as my little house."
"Monseigneur, you must not take Blanche there; she would not be safe;
the place is too near Paris. Urbain Dorgeville, the person she was to
marry, will make every effort to discover her. The young man adores her;
he is enterprising; you have everything to fear from his despair."
"I fear nobody, and you know it. However, I think your advice is wise.
Blanche is so pretty; I already feel jealous of a glance given by her to
another, and a good many giddy fellows know my little house. But wait,
wait, I have just what will suit me; amongst all the property that came
to me from my mother is a chateau situated in the neighborhood of
Grandvilliers, about twenty-two leagues from here, and far enough from
the town and the highway to avoid the notice of travellers."
"Very well, monsieur, that will suit perfectly."
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