Granville's estate

Sologne took away Villiers du Turner, and for a long time after that, no matter how much she searched for Sologne Grostedt, Alred never saw them again However, Mary's condition did not get better because the person who betrayed her was punished. She was like an uprooted flower, and she withered day by day.

Even Dr. Muller was helpless about Mary's condition. Later, he even refused to come to 79 St. George Street, because he had nothing to do to help them. The priest who performs the last sacrament of a damaged woman, that's all.

After hearing the bad news, the gatekeeper, Father Tongsar, ran out. He went to a nearby church as Alrede ordered, but the priest of the parish told him unceremoniously that in order to redeem the The sin of women, they have to pay more than others for a priest to walk into 79 St. George Street, otherwise, they have to be asked to "stand in line" and wait for the angel of the Lord to come A: After all, Paris has a population of 120 million, death is coming all the time, and the number of priests is limited.

So, how much does it cost to hold even the simplest ceremony?The answer was [-] francs. Father Tonsar told Louis and Alred the news, and he also gave Louis a bottle of potion: a bottle of "Jay Grove Potion" which is said to have miraculous effects on all ailments. ", but Alrede did not ask him to buy this expensive medicine that would cost ten francs.

"Oh, sir, that's all I can do for Mary!"

Faced with Alred's question, Father Tongsar replied this way. This old man who was always greedy for petty gains, timid and stingy wiped his tears, and said to the two young gentlemen: "Gentlemen, I once had a lovely My granddaughter, she is so smart, I love her a thousand times more than I love myself; but ah, my little Mary, her father and mother were both killed by sweating disease 11 years ago , she was fine when she sat at the table that day, and she died without even finishing her bread!"

As he spoke, he burst into tears: "The Lord made me change from a happy old man to a lonely old man in one day, but now I have to see another Mary in front of me. Dead! Lord, Almighty! Why do you always test the poor more?"

Who should I ask for answers to these mournful sobs, doubts, and questions?Papa Tonsal didn't know either, he went out, sat on the steps outside the door and cried, Papa Peter sat beside him silently to accompany him; while Louis, who might know the answer, held the bottle Yao Yao stood there, he only felt that the crying sound was like a sharp knife, cutting his heart one by one.

"I think, I need to ask Mary." Louis said to Alred, he only felt that his voice was so frivolous: "Yes, I need to ask Mary myself, Moina, I can't believe her .”

"I asked Joseph to boil some water to warm up these potions."

Allred said he glanced into the storage room where Mary was, without even asking what Louis was asking Mary for.

He sent Joseph away on this pretext, and when Louis entered the storeroom, Mary was lying on the straw bed, covered with a fine eiderdown quilt that was out of place in the narrow, dark storeroom. The English lace on the bed is exquisite—it was taken from the master bedroom on the second floor; her face is gray, her eyes are straight, her chest hardly rises and falls, and her eyes do not even have the fear of death that patients often have. The light intertwined with the hope of continuing to live: her soul was dead, and all that was waiting was a shell.

"Mary."

Louis didn't look at Moina next to him. He knelt down beside Mary's bed and called out to the maid softly; ever since he learned that the person who hurt her was probably Galbien, his heart was always in the cruelest state. Whether this suffering continues or not will depend on Mary's words: "Mary, I have something to ask you."

Mary's eyes turned numbly, and Louis suppressed the great sadness. He tried his best to keep his voice down, lest he would irritate the poor woman again: "Mary, do you still recognize that you hurt someone in Lessing's lover's room?" your people?"

Moina looked at Louis in surprise, but Louis no longer had the energy to pay attention to her. He put all his energy on Mary: "Mary, do you still recognize that person? He who is it?"

Mary lay there straight, with no expression on her face, much less a movement; after a long, deathly silence, when Louis was about to give up, she spoke.

"The eyes of a wolf."

Mary murmured, her eyes were straight, and her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it if she hadn't listened intently: "That man, the wolf's eyes, was here that day."

Louis stood up abruptly, because he got up too fast, his eyes were blackened, and he almost fell down; he was panting desperately, feeling as if his throat was being strangled, almost To suffocate.

"I'm going to find Mr. Dumont."

Louis didn't even know how he got out of the storage room, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was already in tears: "I'm going to find him, he must know the truth of the matter, they know everything. "

"I'll go with you," said Alrede, half-holding and half-holding Louie, very worried that his friend would suddenly collapse. "You're not in the right shape, and I can't leave you alone."

"No, I'll go by myself." Louis said, and he choked up: "You have to stay at home, take care of, take care of Mary, if..."

He was about to cry bitterly, but he was afraid of arousing Joseph's suspicion, so he had to hold back his grief. Only when he boarded the carriage could he cover his face with a handkerchief and let his tears flow silently and wantonly.

Louis' visit had not been preceded by a business card—in fact, it would have been too late even if he could have thought of it; yet when he entered Mr. Dumont's office, the senior executive had only You need to look at him to know why he is here.

"Mr. Dumont."

Louis stood in front of the senior executive of the bank, and he tried his best to express his purpose in a calm tone, but his red and swollen eyes from crying had already betrayed him: "Sir, I am here today to ask you to thing."

"Say it, Monsieur Farentin."

"You know, sir, my maid had some misfortunes in Madame Lessing's flower shop because of a villain's betrayal. I want to know who hurt her there? Sir, I Please tell me."

Du Meng's expression immediately became embarrassed, and he lowered his head slightly, avoiding Louis' sight.

"I understand your anger very well, Mr. Farentin." Dumont said, he did not answer Louis' question directly: "But I'm afraid I can't give you an answer, sir, this kind of thing happens every day in Paris, the difference is just Some of them are known to us, and some of them are not known to anyone.”

"How can you not know who it is, Monsieur Dumont? You even know the name of the ship that Jacques Bernard used to transport his tea!"

Mr. Dumont heaved a long sigh.

"Mr. Farentin, why do you insist on asking? Sometimes we have to admit that people who know nothing about everything are happier."

This is ambiguous. If Louis didn't know what Mary said, he would probably think that Mr. Dumont was unable to name him because of his identity as the perpetrator; however, once he knew that the person involved might be A certain gentleman from the Durand family, hearing these words in his ears, it all became a cover-up.

"I beg you, Mr. Dumont." Louis said, he managed to calm himself down: "I beg you to help me find a way, I want to go to the city of Dafrey, and ask Lord Calliste de Durand. "

To a certain extent, what Moina said was right, the city of Davray was indeed not far from Paris—it took them two hours to arrive at this small town outside Paris when it was dark; Since His Royal Highness the Earl of Val stayed there, the Marquis de Simon's courtyard was heavily guarded, and it took them a little more time to get permission to enter.

And when Dumont took Louis into the suite where Callister lived, Callister was sitting at the desk in front of the fireplace writing a letter. He was a little surprised when he saw Louis, but this surprise soon It turned into an unspeakable, obscure look.

"Why did you come here suddenly? It's already dark, is there any danger on the road?"

Having brought Louis here, Dumont bowed to his master as he took off his hat, and withdrew without a word; Standing up behind the desk, he signaled that Louie should come to him.

"gentlemen."

Louis didn't follow the viscount's wishes and walked over. He almost gritted his teeth to allow himself to stand there straight: "Sir, I came today to ask you something-I dare to ask you, a week ago Where is your brother, Monsieur Galbien de Durand, today, the day my maid was betrayed?"

In terms of etiquette, this behavior of Louis is actually very disrespectful, but his heart is like tormenting in magma, he is no longer willing to spend time on those due polite etiquette, and is eager to know the truth of the matter—— God, how he wished to hear a negative answer!However, facing his inquiry, the Viscount remained silent.

"Sir," after waiting for half a minute without getting an answer, Louis had to ask again, he could hear his voice trembling: "Please tell me, that night, Galbien Where are you, sir?"

There was a deathly silence in the room, except for the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace; Callister spoke only when Louis could hardly hold himself down, and his voice was very calm, almost calm. horrible:

"He's at Mrs. Lessing's flower shop."