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Chanlouineau responded by a gesture of assent. They saw him enter the gate, cross the garden, and at last appear at the door of the drawing-room. His features were distorted with fury, his disordered clothing gave evidence of a serious conflict. His cravat was gone, and his torn shirt-collar revealed his muscular throat. "Where is this fighting?" demanded Lacheneur eagerly; "and with whom?"
"Impossible, my good man," said one of the officers; "they would not allow this lady to visit one of the condemned without special permission " "Well, she has this permission," said the old soldier. Assuring himself, with a glance, that he had nothing to fear from anyone present, he added, in lower tones: "This Chanlouineau told me that the cure would understand his reasons."
Chanlouineau gave a nervous laugh which resembled a roar of rage. "They are not fighting," he replied; "they are amusing themselves. This firing which you hear is in honor of Monsieur le Duc de Sairmeuse." "Impossible!" "I know it very well; and yet, what I have told you is the truth. It is the work of that miserable wretch and thief, Chupin. Ah, canaille!
"Good God!" exclaimed Chanlouineau, "and Marie-Anne!" They rushed in pursuit of her, and Maurice was the first to discover her, standing in the centre of the open space clinging to the neck of her father's horse. He took her in his arms, trying to drag her away. "Come!" said he, "come!" But she refused. "Leave me, leave me!" she entreated. "But all is lost!"
Chanlouineau opened the envelope and showed her the famous letter which he had dictated, and in which the space for the date of the insurrection was left blank. "My dear friend, we are at last agreed, and the marriage is decided, etc." The light that had sparkled in Marie-Anne's eye was suddenly extinguished.
Slowly she examined the different rooms on the lower floor, noting the recent repairs which had been made and the conveniences which had been added, and at last she ascended to that room above which Chanlouineau had made the tabernacle of his passion. Here, everything was magnificent, far more so than his words had led her to suppose.
All sorts of contradictory ideas, doubts, and conjectures filled his mind. What could this letter have contained? Why had not Chanlouineau used it to procure his own salvation? Who would have believed that Martial would be so faithful to a promise wrested from him by threats? But this was a time for action, not for reflection. The bars were heavy, and there were two rows of them.
"First," he replied, "it was to the house of Monsieur d'Escorval that Lacheneur hastened after he had, much against his will, restored to Monsieur le Duc the chateau of Monsieur le Duc's ancestors. Monsieur Lacheneur met Chanlouineau there, and from that day dates the plot of this insurrection."
Abbe Midon was wondering what they were to do, when Marie-Anne told him of the will which Chanlouineau had made in her favor, and of the money concealed beneath the hearth-stone in the best chamber. "I might go to the Borderie at night," suggested Marie-Anne, "enter the house, which is unoccupied, obtain the money and bring it here. I have a right to do so, have I not?"
Chanlouineau had given her a word, the same which he had used; and this word was a key which would unlock the most firmly and obstinately locked doors. In the vestibule of the house occupied by the Duc de Sairmeuse, three or four valets stood talking. "I am the daughter of Monsieur Lacheneur," said Marie-Anne, addressing one of them.
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