I by no means considered it! i need to have a horde of nephews, and there needs to be one amongst them useful of you! … I’ll write or get some other person to write down to Provence! ’ A impressive twist of fate! at that very second a tender guy, loss of life of starvation and fatigue, traveling strolling from the dep. of Vaucluse, a nephew of pop Canquoëlle’s, got here in by means of the Barriére d’Italie, looking for his uncle. within the goals of a kinfolk which knew not anything of that uncle’s future, Peyrade represented a observe of wish: he used to be inspiration to have lower back a millionaire from the Indies! encouraged by means of fireside-corner novels, this great-nephew, known as Theodosius, had undertaken a voyage of circumnavigation looking for his mythical uncle. 3 males at grips AFTER savouring the pleasures of fatherhood for numerous hours, Peyrade, his hair washed and died (the powder used to be a disguise), wearing a superior frock-coat of blue textile buttoned as much as the chin, a black mantle on most sensible, shod in heavy boots with thick soles and supplied with a map specifically made, walked slowly alongside the street Gabriel, the place Contenson, disguised as an previous costerwoman, met him open air the Élysée-Bourbon gardens. ‘Monsieur de Saint Germain,’ Contenson acknowledged to him, addressing his former leader through the identify he used at the task, ‘I’ve earned 5 facers via you; however the the reason is, I planted myself there's, the ruddy baron, ahead of he gave them to me, went trying to find info on the House,’ in which he intended the Prefecture. ‘I dare say I shall want you,’ spoke back Peyrade. ‘Dig out numbers 7, 10 and 21, we will be able to utilize them with out anyone noticing, both on the condo or at Police HQ. ’ Contenson went and took up his station back by means of the carriage during which M. de Nucingen awaited Peyrade. ‘I am M. de Saint-Germain,’ stated the southerner to the baron, elevating himself as much as the carriage door. ‘Gut, are available wiz me,’ answered the baron, giving the order to maneuver on in the direction of the Arc de Triomphe de l’Étoile. ‘You went to the Prefecture, baron? that wasn’t correct… may perhaps one be aware of what you acknowledged to the Prefect, and what solution he made you? ’ requested Peyrade. ‘Before i'm going to gif 5 hundert vrancs to ein mensch wie Contenson, i'm going to be aware of if he hess hearnt zem… I hef to ze Prefect of Police acknowledged easily set i needed ein agent via identify Peyrade to hire in another country on a fragile undertaking, and if i'll hef in him boundless self assurance… Der Prefect hes responded you have been of cleverest and honestest males. Thet is all. ’ ‘Now that he’s learnt my genuine identify, M. le Baron may possibly prefer to inform me what all this is often approximately? …’ whilst the baron had defined wordily and at nice size in his dreadful Polish Jew’s jargon, either his assembly with Esther and the cry of the runner at the back of the trainer, and his useless seek, he ended by means of recounting what had handed at his condo the night sooner than, Lucien de Rubempré’s involuntary smile, the idea expressed by way of Bianchon and a couple of dandy current, relative to an acquaintance among the unknown girl and that younger guy. ‘Listen, baron, firstly you’re going to provide me 10000 francs on account in the direction of my expenditures, simply because, for you, it is a topic of existence and demise; and, as your lifestyles is strung jointly of items like that, we needs to go away no stone unturned to discover you this lady.