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"But you are not yourself, my child," said the baroness, looking at him attentively. "What has happened to you?" "Camille loves me, but I love her no longer," he answered. The next day, Calyste told Gasselin to watch the road to Saint-Nazaire, and let him know if the carriage of Mademoiselle des Touches passed over it. Gasselin brought word that the carriage had passed.

The baron looked round upon the circle of his anxious friends, who were seated beside the little table lighted by the antique lamp, and said in a tremulous voice, while Gasselin replaced the three guns and the sabres in their places, these words of feudal simplicity: "The barons did not all do their duty."

When night had fairly fallen, Gasselin came into the hall and asked his master respectfully if he had further need of him. "You can go out, or go to bed, after prayers," replied the baron, waking up, "unless Madame or my sister " The two ladies here made a sign of consent. Gasselin then knelt down, seeing that his masters rose to kneel upon their chairs; Mariotte also knelt before her stool.

"Where could you find such flowers in the hedges, and nice cool roads that wind about like these?" "Nowhere, Gasselin." "Tiens! here comes the coach from Nazaire," cried Gasselin presently. "Mademoiselle de Pen-Hoel and her niece will be in it. Let us hide," said Calyste. "Hide! are you crazy, monsieur? Why, we are on the moor!"

Then, having kissed his wife and sister, he sat down in his old arm-chair and ordered supper to be brought for his son, for Gasselin, and for himself. Gasselin had thrown himself before Calyste on one occasion, to protect him, and received the cut of a sabre on his shoulder; but so simple a matter did it seem that even the women scarcely thanked him.

The garden is magnificent for so old a place. It covers half an acre of ground, its walls are all espaliered, and the space within is divided into squares for vegetables, bordered with cordons of fruit-trees, which the man-of-all-work, named Gasselin, takes care of in the intervals of grooming the horses.

Mademoiselle des Touches, who saw the scene, was unable in her horror to cry out, but she signed to Gasselin to come. Calyste was leaning forward with an expression of savage curiosity; he saw the position in which Beatrix lay, and he shuddered. Her lips moved, she seemed to be praying; in fact, she thought she was about to die, for she felt the bush beginning to give way.