"Good, you say Alexandre-Honore, with
Montoir the wheelwright, at Saint-Pierre, near Rougemont, in Calvados.
Well, my friend, oblige me by continuing your researches; endeavor to
procure me some precise information about this boy's habits and
disposition. Be prudent, too; don't give anybody's name. And thanks for
what you have done already; thanks for all you are doing for me."
Thereupon she took herself off without giving any further explanation,
without even telling her husband of the vague plans she was forming.
Beneath her crushing contempt he had grown calm again. Why should he
spoil his life of egotistical pleasure by resisting that mad creature?
All that he need do was to put on his hat and betake himself to his usual
diversions. And so he ended by shrugging his shoulders.
"After all, let her pick him up if she chooses, it won't be my doing. Act
as she asks you, my dear fellow; continue your researches and try to
content her. Perhaps she will then leave me in peace. But I've had quite
enough of it for to-day; good-by, I'm going out."
With the view of obtaining some information of Rougemont, Mathieu at
first thought of applying to La Couteau, if he could find her again; for
which purpose it occurred to him that he might call on Madame Bourdieu in
the Rue de Miromesnil.
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