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My sons abuse me when I have been drinking; my wife is quite capable of poisoning my wine; I tremble for my life and for my money. I cannot endure this existence much longer. Promise me an asylum in the Chateau de Courtornieu, and I am yours. In your house I shall be safe. But let it be understood, I will not be ill-treated by the servants as I was at Sairmeuse." "It shall be as you desire."
The next morning, at about nine o'clock, while he was dressing, a servant came to inform him that M. de Courtornieu and his daughter were awaiting him in the drawing-room. Much surprised, he hastened down. When he entered the room, the marquis, who was seated in an arm-chair, rose, leaning heavily upon the shoulder of Aunt Medea. Mme.
The Chateau de Courtornieu is, next to Sairmeuse, the most magnificent habitation in the arrondissement of Montaignac. The approach to the castle was by a long and narrow road, badly paved. When the carriage containing Martial and his father turned from the public highway into this rough road, the jolting aroused the duke from the profound revery into which he had fallen on leaving Sairmeuse.
Accustomed from his infancy to the hypocrisy of drawing-rooms, the young marquis had taught his face not to betray his feelings. He could have laughed gayly with anguish at his heart; he could have preserved the sternest gravity when inwardly convulsed with merriment. And yet, this name of Marie-Anne upon the lips of Mlle. de Courtornieu, caused his glance to waver.
The baron will be safe in Piedmont when the sun rises." He picked up his lantern, and added, gayly: "But let us go my father cannot harangue those soldiers forever." "But," insisted M. de Courtornieu, "you have not told me " "I will tell you all, but not here. Come, come!" They went out, locking the door behind them; and then the baron rose from his knees.
M. de Courtornieu, who was more calm, "took measures for the restoration of a great culprit to the hand of justice," as he said. He sent couriers in every direction, ordering them to make close inquiries throughout the neighborhood.
And what did the duke say to the King, who accorded him such a gracious reception? He undoubtedly pronounced the first reports false, reduced the Montaignac revolution to its proper proportions, represented Lacheneur as a fool, and his followers as inoffensive idiots. Perhaps he led the King to suppose that the Marquis de Courtornieu might have provoked the outbreak by undue severity.
I shall, I hope, have strength to forget, for I must forget! The remembrances of past felicity would render my present misery intolerable." Mlle. de Courtornieu suddenly folded up the letter. "You have heard it, Monsieur," said she. "Can you understand such pride as that? And they accuse us, daughters of the nobility, of being proud!" Martial made no response.
His task here having been completed, he again recommended the most implacable severity, and started on a brisk trot for Montaignac. He was delighted; certainly he blessed as had M. de Courtornieu these honest and artless conspirators; but one fear, which he vainly tried to dismiss, impaired his satisfaction. His son, the Marquis de Sairmeuse, was he, or was he not, implicated in this conspiracy?
"Yes, I have my plans, and I will communicate them to you later in detail. I will content myself today by recommending you to examine Mademoiselle Blanche de Courtornieu." Martial made no reply. This recommendation was entirely unnecessary. If Mlle.
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