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But she had promised; Maurice was her husband, and reason told her that for his sake she must preserve not her honor, alas! but the semblance of honor. And when she thought of her brother, her blood froze in her veins. Having learned that Jean was roving about the country, she sent for him; but it was not without much persuasion that he consented to come to the Borderie.
She had gone over the arrangement of the Borderie so often in her own mind that the rooms seemed familiar to her, she seemed to recognize them. In spite of Chupin's description the poverty of this humble abode astonished her.
Martial knew, only too well, that if his identity was established, the authorities would endeavor to discover the reason of his presence at the Poivriere. That this reason would soon be discovered, he could not doubt, and, in that case, the crime at the Borderie, and the guilt of the duchess, would undoubtedly be made public.
Suddenly she raised her head in fright "What may that noise be?" At the door a cart stopped. On the cart a big barrel. "Here is some water, Mme. Borderie, that we are going to pour into your cistern." With the help of the carter and Maurice, Albert got to work and behold! the cistern half full. Albert tried the pump. "Don't waste any, in Heaven's name," cried the old woman. "No, no, never mind.
When he left the Borderie, pale as a ghost, his lips still cold from the kiss pressed on the brow of the dead, he said to himself: "For her sake, I will go to Courtornieu. In memory of her, the baron must be saved." By the expression on the faces of the valets when he dismounted in the court-yard of the chateau and asked to see Mme.
"Good news!" he cried, as soon as he saw her; "we have caught the minx at last." It was the second day after Marie-Anne's installation at the Borderie. That event was the general topic of conversation; and Chanlouineau's will was the subject of countless comments.
"The close air and the heat of the loft are retarding the baron's recovery," the abbe pursued, "so be prepared for his coming to-morrow evening. One of the Poignot boys will bring over all our baggage. About eleven o'clock we will put Monsieur d'Escorval in a carriage; and we will all sup together at the Borderie." "Heaven comes to my aid!" thought Marie-Anne as she walked homeward.
Had he listened to the promptings of anger, Jean Lacheneur would certainly have attempted to make the Chupins repent their menaces. But a conflict was scarcely permissible under the circumstances. He departed without a word, and hastened back to the Borderie. The death of Chupin overturned all his plans, and greatly irritated him.
"Claim the Borderie!" he exclaimed, with even greater violence; "let him try, and we will see. It was waste land when my father bought it covered with briers; even a goat could not have found pasture there. We have cleared it of stones, we have scratched up the soil with our very nails, we have watered it with our sweat, and now they would try to take it from us!
"What do I intend to do?" he exclaimed, feigning the most violent anger. "Oh! you will see. I will prove that no one can deceive me with impunity. Near the Borderie is a small grove. I shall station myself there; and may the devil seize me if a cat enters that house unbeknown to me." Mme.
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