ed with a warrant, called at the guilty
cashier's house.

"That cashier, named Favoral,--we do not hesitate to name him,
since his name has already been made public,--had just sat down
to dinner with some friends. Warned, no one knows how, he
succeeded in escaping through a window into the yard of the
adjoining house, and up to this hour has succeeded in eluding
all search.

"It seems that these embezzlements had been going on for years,
but had been skillfully concealed by false entries.

"M. Favoral had managed to secure the esteem of all who knew him.
He led at home a more than modest existence. But that was only,
as it were, his official life. Elsewhere, and under another name,
he indulged in the most reckless expenses for the benefit of a
woman with whom he was madly in love.

"Who this woman is, is not yet exactly known.

"Some mention a very fascinating young actress, who performs at
a theatre not a hundred miles from the Rue Vivienne; others, a
lady of the financial high life, whose equipages, diamonds, and
dresses are justly famed.

"We might easily, in this respect, give particulars which would
astonish many people; for we know all; but, at the risk of
seeming less well informed than some others of our morning
contemporaries, we will observe a silence which our readers will
surely appreciate. We do not wish to add, by a premature
indiscretion, any thing to the grief of a family already so
cruelly stricken; for M. Favoral leaves behind him in the deepest
sorrow a wife and two children,--a son of twenty-five, employed
in a railroad office, and a daughter of twenty, remarkably
handsome, who, a few months ago, came very near marrying M.
C. ----.

"Next--"

Tears of rage obscured Maxence's sight whilst reading the last few
lines of this terrible article. To find himself thus held up to
public curiosity, though innocent, was more than he could bear.

And yet he was, perhaps, still more surprised than indignant. He
had just learned in that paper more than his father's most intimate
friends knew, more than he knew himself. Where had it got its
information? And what could be these other details which the writer
pretended to know, but did not wish to publish as yet? Maxence felt
like running to the office of the paper, fancying that they could
tell him there exactly where and under what name M. Favoral led that
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