gifts be intended? For a mistress, for
one of those redoubtable creatures whom fancy represents crouching
in the depths of love, like monsters at the bottom of their caves!
But how could any one imagine the methodic cashier of the Mutual
Credit Society carried away by one of those insane passions which
knew no reason? Ruined by gambling, perhaps, but by a woman!
Could any one picture him, so homely and so plain here, Rue St.
Gilles, at the head of another establishment, and leading elsewhere
in one of the brilliant quarters of Paris, a reckless life, such as
strike terror in the bosom of quiet families?
Could any one understand the same man at once miserly-economical and
madly-prodigal, storming when his wife spent a few cents, and robbing
to supply the expenses of an adventuress, and collecting in the same
drawer the jeweler's accounts and the butcher's bills?
"It is the climax of absurdity," murmured good M. Desormeaux.
Maxence fairly shook with wrath. Mlle. Gilberte was weeping.
Mme. Favoral alone, usually so timid, boldly defended, and with her
utmost energy, the man whose name she bore. That he might have
embezzled millions, she admitted: that he had deceived and betrayed
her so shamefully, that he had made a wretched dupe of her for so
many years, seemed to her insensate, monstrous, impossible.
And purple with shame:
"Your suspicions would vanish at once, sir," she said to the
commissary, "if I could but explain to you our mode of life."
Encouraged by his first discovery, he was proceeding more minutely
with his perquisitions, undoing the strings of every bundle.
"It is useless, madame," he answered in that brief tone which made so
much impression upon M. Desclavettes. "You can only tell me what you
know; and you know nothing."
"Never, sir, did a man lead a more regular life than M. Favoral."
"In appearance, you are right. Besides, to regulate one's disorder
is one of the peculiarities of our time. We open credits to our
passions, and we keep account of our infamies by double entry. We
operate with method. We embezzle millions that we may hang diamonds
to the ears of an adventuress; but we are careful, and we keep the
receipted bills."
"But, sir, I have already told you that I never lost sight of my
husband."
"Of course."
"Every morning, precisely at nine o'clock, he left home to go to M.
de Thaller's office."
"The whole neighborhood knows that, madame."
"At half-pas
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