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Chapter I.11
From that morning war was declared.
From that day commenced in the Rue St. Gilles one of those domestic dramas
which are still awaiting their Moliere,--a drama of distressing vulgarity and
sickening realism, but poignant, nevertheless; for it brought into action tears,
blood, and a savage energy.
M. Favoral thought himself sure to win; for did he not have the key of the cash,
and is not the key of the cash the most formidable weapon in an age where every
thing begins and ends with money?
Nevertheless, he was filled with irritating anxieties.
He who had just discovered so many things which he did not even suspect a few
days before, he could not discover the source whence his son drew the money
which flowed like water from his prodigal hands.
He had made sure that Maxence had no debts; and yet it could not be with M.
Chapelain's monthly twenty francs that he fed his frolics.
Mme. Favoral and Gilberte, subjected separately to a skillful interrogatory, had
managed to keep inviolate the secret of their mercenary labor. The servant,
shrewdly questioned, had said nothing that could in any way cause the truth to
be suspected.
Here was, then, a mystery; and M. Favoral's constant anxiety could be read upon
his knitted brows during his brief visits to the house; that is, during dinner.
From the manner in which he tasted his soup, it was easy to see that he was
asking himself whether that was real soup, and whether he was not being