Volume II Part 84 (1/2)
”I know that your son has never had more need of your counsels.”
”Is he not rich--happy?”
”Yes; but he does not know mankind. Blindly prodigal, because he is confiding and generous--in everything, everywhere, and always truly n.o.ble. I fear he is abused. If you knew what a n.o.ble heart he has! I have never dared to lecture him on the subject of his expense and extravagance; in the first place, because I am at least as foolish as he is; and then for other reasons; but you on the contrary could--”
Madame de Lucenay did not finish; suddenly she heard the voice of Florestan de Saint Remy. He entered precipitately into the cabinet adjoining the saloon. After having quickly shut the door, he said, in an agitated voice, to some one who accompanied him, ”But it is impossible!”
”But I repeat to you,” answered the clear and piercing voice of M.
Badinot, ”I repeat to you, that, without this, in four hours you will be arrested. For if he has not this money, our man will go and make a complaint to the attorney-general, and you know the penalty of a forgery like this--the galleys, my poor lord!”
It is impossible to describe the look which Madame de Lucenay and the father of Florestan exchanged on hearing these terrible words.
CHAPTER XXIX.
FATHER AND SON.
On hearing these fearful words addressed to his son by Badinot, the count changed color, and clung to a chair for support. His venerable and respected name dishonored by a man whom he had reason to doubt was his son? His first feeling overcome, the angry looks of the old man, and a threatening gesture which he made as he advanced toward the study revealed a resolution so alarming that Madame de Lucenay caught him by the hand, stopped him, and said, in a low tone, with the most profound conviction, ”He is innocent; I swear to you! Listen in silence.”
The count stood still; he wished to believe what the d.u.c.h.ess had said was true.
She, on her part, was persuaded of his honesty. To obtain new sacrifices from this woman, so blindly generous--sacrifices which alone had saved him from the threats of Jacques Ferrand--the viscount had sworn to Madame de Lucenay, that, dupe of a scoundrel from whom he had received in payment the forged bill, he ran the risk of being regarded as an accomplice of the forger, having himself put it in circulation.
Madame de Lucenay knew that the viscount was imprudent, prodigal, and careless; but never for a moment had she supposed him capable of an infamous action, not even the slightest indiscretion.
By twice lending him considerable sums under very peculiar circ.u.mstances, she had wished to render him a friendly service, the viscount only accepting this money on the express condition of returning it; for there was due to him, he said, more than twice this amount.
His apparent luxurious manner of living allowed her to believe it.
Besides, Madame de Lucenay, yielding to her natural kind impulses, had only thought of being useful to Florestan, without any care whether he could repay or not. He affirmed it, and she did not doubt. In answering for the viscount's honor, in supplicating the old count to listen to the conversation of his son, the d.u.c.h.ess thought that he was going to speak of the abuse of confidence of which he had been a victim, and that he would be thus entirely exculpated in the eyes of his father.
”Once more,” continued Florestan, in an agitated voice, ”I say this Pet.i.t Jean is a scoundrel; he a.s.sured me that he had no other bills than those I withdrew yesterday, and three days ago. I thought this one was in circulation: it was payable three months after date, at Adams & Co., London?”
”Yes, yes,” said the clear and sharp voice of Badinot. ”I know, my dear viscount, that you have adroitly managed your affairs; your forgeries were not to be discovered until you were far away. But you have been caught by those more cunning than yourself.”
”Oh! it is very well to tell me this now, wretch that you are!” cried Florestan, furiously; ”did you not yourself introduce this person to me, who has negotiated the paper?”
”Come, my dear aristocrat,” answered Badinot, coldly, ”be calm! You are very skillful in counterfeiting commercial signatures; it is really wonderful; but that is no reason why you should treat your friends with disagreeable familiarity. If you go on in this way--I leave you to arrange as you please.”
”Do you think one can preserve calmness in such a position? If what you tell me is true--if this complaint is lodged against me to-day, I am lost.”
”It is exactly as I tell you, unless you should have recourse again to your charming providence with the blue eyes.”
”That is impossible.”
”Then be resigned. It is a pity it was the last note! for twenty-five thousand paltry francs, to go and take the air of the south at Toulon--it is ridiculous, absurd, stupid! How could a cunning man like you suffer yourself to be thus cornered?”
”What is to be done? what is to be done? nothing here belongs to me; I have not twenty louis of my own.”
”Your friends?”