M.
Andre and my good mother, they are my supports, my crutches, and
with them I'm not afraid of making a false step." Schebel, the
German philosopher, who has written a treatise on Volition, in
four volumes, was no greater a man than Chupin. "So you may keep
your money, sir," he resumed. "I'm an honest fellow, and honest
men ought to ask no reward for the performance of a duty. Coralth
mustn't be allowed to triumph over the innocent chap he ruined.
What did you call him? Ferailleur? It's an odd name. Never mind--
we'll get him out of this scrape; he shall marry his sweetheart
after all; and I'll dance at the wedding."
As he finished speaking he laughed a shrill, dangerous laugh,
which revealed his sharp teeth--but such invincible determination
was apparent on his face, that M. Fortunat felt no misgivings. He
was sure that this volunteer would be of more service than the
highest-priced hireling. "So I can count on you, Victor?" he
inquired.
"As upon yourself."
"And you hope to have some positive information by Tuesday?"
"Before then, I hope, if nothing goes amiss."
"Very well; I will devote my attention to Ferailleur then. As to
Valorsay's affairs, I am better acquainted with them than he is
himself. We must be prepared to enter upon the campaign when
Mademoiselle Marguerite comes, and we will act in accordance with
her instructions.
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