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His manner toward her, on his return, astonished Mme. Blanche. She almost believed she saw again the Martial of the little blue salon at Courtornieu; but the realization of her cherished dream was now only another torture added to all the others.
Poor girl! she is my wife, after all. The reasons that influenced me in my rupture with her father exist no longer, and the Marquis de Courtornieu may be regarded as dead." All the inhabitants of Sairmeuse were congregated on the public square when Martial passed through the village.
There, his lamentations were redoubled; and he begged the guard to go to the Duc de Sairmeuse, or the Marquis de Courtornieu, and tell them he had revelations of the greatest importance to make. That potent word "revelations" made M. de Courtornieu hasten to the prisoner's cell. He found Chanlouineau on his knees, his features distorted by what was apparently an agony of fear.
And I endured all this; I made myself insignificant and humble; buffeted upon one cheek, I offered the other. I must live I must have food. And you, Blanche, how often, to make me subservient to your will, have you said to me: 'You will do thus-and-so, if you desire to remain at Courtornieu? And I obeyed I was forced to obey, since I knew not where to go.
The murderer of my father is the same man who attempted to assassinate the Marquis de Courtornieu " "Jean Lacheneur!" Martial gravely bowed his head. It was his only reply. "And you will not denounce him? You will not demand justice?" Martial's face grew more and more gloomy. "What good would it do?" he replied. "I have no material proofs to give, and justice demands incontestable evidence."
Mme. Blanche was too prudent to think of hazarding a visit to his house, but she remembered that he hunted occasionally in the Courtornieu woods, and that it might be possible for her to meet him there. "It will only require a little perseverance and a few long walks," she said to herself. But it cost poor Aunt Medea, the inevitable chaperon, two long weeks of almost continued walking.
Ah, Marquis! how could a man of your experience, a man so subtle, and penetrating, and acute, allow himself to be duped by a low, ignorant peasant?" Now M. d'Escorval understood. He was not dreaming; it was the Marquis de Courtornieu and Martial de Sairmeuse who were talking on the other side of the wall.
He said: "I will return," in the most deliberate manner; but in proportion as he neared the chateau, his courage failed him. The guests must have departed ere this, and Martial concluded that he would probably find himself alone with his young wife, his father, and the Marquis de Courtornieu. What reproaches, tears, anger and threats he would be obliged to encounter. "No," he muttered.
The colonel, of course, in obedience to orders from the grand prevot, Monsieur de Courtornieu. He sent the order last night. We have been hidden in that grove since daybreak. But release me tonnerre! would you have my expedition fail entirely?" He hurried away, and Martial, staggering like a drunken man, descended the slope, and remounted his horse.
Well, in comparison with the Marquis de Courtornieu, I am only a Jacobin." "Oh! my father!" "Really, nothing could be more true. If I am behind the age in which I live, he belongs to the reign of Louis XIV. Only for there is an only the principles which I openly avow, he keeps locked up in his snuff-box and trust him for not forgetting to open it at the opportune moment.
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