According to the time and place where they are uttered, there are
words which acquire a terrible significance. In this disordered
room, in the midst of these excited people, that word, the "police,"
sounded like a thunderclap.
"Do not open," Maxence ordered; "do not open, however they may ring
or knock. Let them burst the door first."
The very excess of her fright restored to Mme. Favoral a portion of
her energy. Throwing herself before her husband as if to protect
him, as if to defend him,
"They are coming to arrest you, Vincent," she exclaimed. "They are
coming; don't you hear them?"
He remained motionless, his feet seemingly riveted to the floor.
"That is as I expected," he said.
And with the accent of the wretch who sees, all hope vanish, and who
utterly gives up all struggle,
"Be it so, he said. "Let them arrest me, and let all be over at once.
I have had enough anxiety, enough unbearable alternatives. I am tired
always to feign, to deceive, and to lie. Let them arrest me! Any
misfortune will be smaller in reality than the horrors of uncertainty.
I have nothing more to fear now. For the first time in many years I
shall sleep to-night."
He did not notice the sinister expression of his guests. "You think
I am a thief," he added: "well, be satisfied, justice shall be done."
But he attributed to them sentiments which were no longer theirs.
They had forgotten their anger, and their bitter resentment for their
The imminence of the peril awoke suddenly in their souls the
memories of the past, and that strong affection which comes from
long habit, and a constant exchange of services rendered. Whatever
M. Favoral might have done, they only saw in him now the friend, the
host whose bread they had broken together more than a hundred times,
the man whose probity, up to this fatal night, had remained far
Pale, excited, they crowded around him.
"Have you lost your mind?" spoke M. Desormeaux. "Are you going to
wait to be arrested, thrown into prison, dragged into a criminal
He shook his head, and in a tone of idiotic obstinacy,
"Have I not told you," he repeated, "that every thing is against me?
Let them come; let them do what they please with me."
"And your wife," insisted M. Chapelain, the old lawyer, "and your
"Will they be any the less dishonored if I am condemned by default?"
Wild with grief, Mme. Favoral was wringing her hands.
"Vincent," she murmured, "in the name of Heaven spare us the
harrowing agony to have you in prison."
Obstinately he remained silent. His daughter, Mlle. Gilberte,
dropped upon her knees before him, and, joining her hands:
"I beseech you, father," she begged.
He shuddered all over. An unspeakable expression of suffering and
anguish contracted his features; and, speaking in a scarcely
"Ah! you are cruelly protracting my agony," he stammered. "What
do you ask of me?"
"You must fly," declared M. Desclavettes.
"Which way? How? Do you not think that every precaution has been
taken, that every issue is closely watched?"
Maxence interrupted him with a gesture:
"The windows in sisters room, father," said he, "open upon the
courtyard of the adjoining house."
"Yes; but here we are up two pairs of stairs."
"No matter: I have a way."
And turning towards his sister:
"Come, Gilberte," went on the young man, "give me a light, and let
me have some sheets."
They went out hurriedly. Mme. Favoral felt a gleam of hope.
"We are saved!" she said.
"Saved!" repeated the cashier mechanically. "Yes; for I guess
Maxence's idea. But we must have an understanding. Where will you
"How can I tell?"
"There is a train at five minutes past eleven," remarked M.
Desormeaux. "Don't let us forget that."
"But money will be required to leave by that train," interrupted the
old lawyer. "Fortunately, I have some."
And, forgetting his hundred and sixty thousand francs lost, he took
out his pocket-book. Mme. Favoral stopped him. "We have more than
we need," said she.
She took from the table, and held out to her husband, the roll of
bank notes which the director of the Mutual Credit Society had thrown
down before going.
He refused them with a gesture of rage.
"Rather starve to death!" he exclaimed. "Tis he, 'tis that wretch -"
But he interrupted himself, and more gently:
"Put away those bank-bills," said he to his wife, "and let Maxence
take them back to M. de Thaller to-morrow."
The bell rang violently.
"The police!" groaned Mme. Desciavettes, who seemed on the point of
"I am going to negotiate," said M. Desormeaux. "Fly, Vincent: do
not lose a minute."
And he ran to the front-door, whilst Mme. Favoral was hurrying her
husband towards Mlle. Gilberte's room.
Rapidly and stoutly Maxence had fastened four sheets together by the
ends, which gave a more than sufficient length. Then, opening the
window, he examined carefully the courtyard of the adjoining house.
No one," said he: "everybody is at dinner. We'll succeed."
M. Favoral was tottering like a drunken man. A terrible emotion
convulsed his features. Casting a long look upon his wife and
"0 Lord!" he murmured, "what will become of you?"
"Fear nothing, father," uttered Maxence. "I am here. Neither my
mother nor my sister will want for any thing."
"My son!" resumed the cashier, "my children!"
Then, with a choking voice:
"I am worthy neither of your love nor your devotion, wretch that I
am! I made you lead a miserable existence, spend a joyless youth.
I imposed upon you every trial of poverty, whilst I - And now I leave
you nothing but ruin and a dishonored name."
"Make haste, father," interrupted Mme. Gilberte. It seemed as if he
could not make up his mind.
"It is horrible to abandon you thus. What a parting! Ah! death
would indeed be far preferable. What will you think of me? I am
very guilty, certainly, but not as you think. I have been betrayed,
and I must suffer for all. If at least you knew the whole truth.
But will you ever know it? We will never see each other again."
Desperately his wife clung to him.
"Do not speak thus," she said. "Wherever you may find an asylum,
I will join you. Death alone can separate us. What do I care what
you may have done, or what the world will say? I am your wife. Our
children will come with me. If necessary, we will emigrate to
America; we'll change our name; we will work."
The knocks on the outer door were becoming louder and louder; and M.
Desormeaux' voice could be heard, endeavoring to gain a few moments
"Come," said Maxence, "you cannot hesitate any longer."
And, overcoming his father's reluctance, he fastened one end of the
sheets around his waist.
"I am going to let you down, father," said he; "and, as soon as you
touch the ground, you must undo the knot. Take care of the
first-story windows; beware of the concierge; and, once in the street,
don't walk too fast. Make for the Boulevard, where you will be sooner
lost in the crowd."
The knocks had now become violent blows; and it was evident that the
door would soon be broken in, if M. Desormeaux did not make up his
mind to open it.
The light was put out. With the assistance of his daughter, M.
Favoral lifted himself upon the window-sill, whilst Maxence held
the sheets with both hands.
"I beseech you, Vincent," repeated Mme. Favoral, "write to us. We
shall be in mortal anxiety until we hear of your safety."
Maxence let the sheets slip slowly: in two seconds M. Favoral stood
on the pavement below.
"All right," he said.
The young man drew the sheets back rapidly, and threw them under
the bed. But Mlle. Gilberte remained long enough at the window to
recognize her father's voice asking the concierge to open the door,
and to hear the heavy gate of the adjoining house closing behind
"Saved!" she said.
It was none too soon. M. Desormeaux had just been compelled to
yield; and the commissary of police was walking in.