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It is only just to say that money had never given him a feeling of
satisfaction at all comparable with that which he now experienced.
He was impressed, too, with a sense of vastly-increased importance
on thinking that all the faculties, and all the energy he had once
employed in the service of evil, were now consecrated to the
service of good. By becoming the instrument of Pascal
Ferailleur's salvation he would, in some measure, atone for the
crime he had committed years before.
Chupin's mind was so busily occupied with these thoughts that he
reached the Rue d'Anjou and M. de Coralth's house almost before he
was aware of it. To his great surprise, the concierge and his
wife were not alone. Florent was there, taking coffee with them.
The valet had divested himself of his borrowed finery, and had
donned his red waistcoat again. He seemed to be in a savage
humor; and his anger was not at all strange under the
circumstances. There was but a step from M. de Coralth's house to
the baroness's residence, but fatalities may attend even a step!
The baroness, on receiving the letter from her maid, had sent a
message to Florent requesting him to wait, as she desired to speak
with him! and she had been so inconsiderate as to keep him waiting
for more than an hour, so that he had missed his appointment with
the charming ladies he had spoken of.
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