French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"I am acquainted with neither Blanche nor the barber, but one of my
friends goes often to Touquet's shop. I remember now that he has often
spoken to me of your approaching marriage."
"That's singular! M. Touquet advised the greatest secrecy, and he
himself--"
"But, you see, some one must have spoken of it, since I know it. But a
man of high rank, a great nobleman, was in love with your promised
wife."
"A great nobleman! what is his name?"
"I don't know yet, but I shall learn it."
"And you are sure of this?"
"Oh, very sure; and it must be this nobleman who has taken away your
sweetheart."
"I entreat you to let me know his name."
"Tomorrow, that is, to say, this evening, I hope to learn it. But be
prudent, young man, and do not compromise me. I expose myself to great
risk in thus helping you."
"Monsieur, you may count on my gratitude."
"I will count on it, you may be sure."
"And I may expect the information this evening?"
"Yes; be near the Porte Montmartre at nine o'clock this evening. Take
care to bring along with you all the money you can get together, and I
will tell you all I have learned."
"Enough! Oh, that evening were here--"
"And, while waiting for it, I shall have need of some crowns to give to
the friend of whom I spoke to you, and my pockets are empty because I
have been robbed so much."
"Here is all that I have upon me, monsieur; take it, I beg of you."
"Very willingly, my young friend," said Chaudoreille; "but day is
dawning; we must part until this evening, at the Porte Montmartre."
"Oh, I shan't fail to be there, monsieur."
"And don't forget anything I have told you. Good-by; I'm going to work
for you."
Chaudoreille departed, and Urbain, slightly restored by the hope
imparted to him by this man, went to his dwelling that he might there
wait for evening.
While walking alongside the Pont-Neuf, the Gascon said to himself,--
"It seems to me that the marquis did the business very quickly. The
little one is abducted; this rascal of a Touquet is in connivance with
the marquis, I am certain. I must be audacious now; the marquis is
incapable of speaking of me; I must go to Touquet's house without
appearing to know anything, and see what he will say to me; besides,
from prudential motives I shall remain in the shop, and the first angry
movement that I see him make, I will spring out of the door and draw a
hundred people around me."
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