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Updated: July 24, 2025
It is impossible to say what might have happened had it not been for the intervention of Chanlouineau. This sturdy peasant came forward, brandishing his gun. "We are wasting too much time in foolish prattling," he exclaimed with a fierce oath. Lacheneur started as if he had been struck by a whip. He rudely freed himself and leaped into the saddle. "Forward!" he ordered.
It was necessary to impose upon the credulity of the Marquis de Courtornieu. This was a difficult task, yet he succeeded. But poor Chanlouineau could not conceive of such contradictions, and he was consumed with anxiety. Willingly would he have consented to be put to the torture before receiving his death-blow, if he might have been allowed to follow Marie-Anne in her undertakings.
Chanlouineau had given her a letter, saying as he did so: "You will read this when I am no more." She might read it now that he had fallen beneath the bullets of the soldiery. But what had become of it? From the moment that he gave it to her until now she had not once thought of it.
'This means that we have endured your insulting familiarity long enough, he replied, 'and if you do not dismount and meet me in open combat, I will blow your brains out! "Your brother, as he spoke, manipulated his pistol in so threatening a manner that the marquis dismounted, and addressing me: "'You see, Chanlouineau, he said, 'I must fight a duel or submit to assassination.
"I hope, Monsieur, that you will not give this arrogant rebel the satisfaction he desires. The commission opposes his demand." Chanlouineau laughed loudly. "Very naturally," he exclaimed. "To-morrow my head will be off, and you think nothing will then remain to prove what I say.
"That is true," murmured some of the older men; "a visit to Monsieur d'Escorval would, perhaps, do us more harm than good. And, besides, what advice could he give us?" Chanlouineau had forgotten all prudence. "What of that?" he exclaimed. "If Monsieur d'Escorval has no counsel to give us about this matter, he can, perhaps, teach us how to resist and to defend ourselves."
"Like those in any peasant's house." Certainly no one was aware of the existence of the luxurious apartment which Chanlouineau had intended for Marie-Anne. He had never spoken of it, and had even taken the greatest precautions to prevent anyone from seeing him transport the furniture. "How many doors are there?" inquired Blanche.
Chanlouineau's eyes during this deposition betrayed an agony of anxiety. Would the soldiers allude to this circumstance of the carriage? No; they did not allude to it. "That is sufficient," interrupted the president. Then turning to Chanlouineau: "What were your motives?" he inquired.
Both saw Maurice, who was so overcome that he had to lean upon the abbe for support. But while the baron greeted his son with a simple bend of the head, Chanlouineau made a gesture that clearly signified: "Have confidence in me fear nothing." The attitude of the other prisoners betrayed surprise rather than fear.
The heroic Chanlouineau seized his gun, and brandishing it like a club, held the enemy at bay, giving Maurice time to spring into the carriage, catch the reins and start the horse off at a gallop. All the cowardice and all the heroism displayed on that terrible night will never be really known.
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