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"I shall have the honor of seeing him to-day, after a very momentous step which we are about to take, my daughter and I." Young d'Escorval had seen, at the first glance, that his presence was inopportune, so he remained only a few moments. But as he was taking leave, Marie-Anne found time to say, in a low voice: "I think I know your heart, Maurice; this evening I shall know it certainly."
But Chanlouineau did not follow them to the spot which they had considered best adapted to the prolonged defence; he called Maurice and drew him a little aside. "You, Monsieur d'Escorval," he said, almost roughly, "are going to leave here and at once." "I I came here, Chanlouineau, as you did, to do my duty." "Your duty, Monsieur, is to serve Marie-Anne. Go at once, and take her with you."
Morning had dawned some time before, and the servants were heard bustling about the chateau, and Blanche, oblivious to all around her, was still explaining how she could, in less than a year, restore Marie-Anne's child to Maurice d'Escorval. She paused abruptly in the middle of a sentence. Instinct had suddenly warned her of the danger she incurred in making the slightest change in her habits.
And if he besought Jean to lead him to Maurice d'Escorval, it was because he hoped to find Marie-Anne not far off, and to say to her: "Appearances were against me, but I am innocent; and I have proved it by unmasking the real culprit." It was to Marie-Anne that he wished this famous letter to be given, thinking that she, at least, could not fail to be surprised at his generosity.
"Chupin, my boy," said he, "I do not ask you to discover Monsieur d'Escorval in order to denounce him; far from it I only desire you to ascertain if anyone at Saint-Pavin, or at Saint-Jean-de-Coche, knows of his having crossed the frontier." On hearing the name Saint-Jean-de-Coche, Chupin's face blanched. "Do you wish me to be murdered?" he exclaimed, remembering Balstain and his vow.
In his surprise, Gevrol almost lost countenance, and his blush was equivalent to a confession. But Lecoq said no more. What did it matter to him now if Gevrol had betrayed him! Was he not about to win a glorious revenge? He spent the remainder of the day in preparing his plan of action, and in thinking what he should say when he took M. Segmuller's note to Maurice d'Escorval.
The clocks were striking ten when Mme. d'Escorval and Marie-Anne alighted at the Hotel de France. They found Maurice in despair, and even the abbe disheartened. Since Maurice had written to them, events had progressed with fearful rapidity. They knew now the orders which had been forwarded by signals from the citadel. These orders had been printed and affixed to the walls.
All the officials assembled at the Poivriere knew at least by sight the magistrate who now made his appearance, and Gevrol, an old habitue of the Palais de Justice, mechanically murmured his name: "M. Maurice d'Escorval." He was the son of that famous Baron d'Escorval, who, in 1815, sealed his devotion to the empire with his blood, and upon whom Napoleon, in the Memorial of St.
"Nothing is easier than to find me. The first peasant you meet will point out the house of Baron d'Escorval." "Eh bien! sir, I cannot promise that you will not see two of my friends." "Oh! whenever it may please you!" "Certainly; but it would gratify me to know by what right you make yourself the judge of Monsieur Lacheneur's honor, and take it upon yourself to defend what has not been attacked.
The young soldier, whose voice had aroused the most noble sentiments only a moment before, was forgotten. Invaded France, the threatening enemy, were alike forgotten. The all-powerful instinct of avarice was suddenly aroused. "In my opinion," resumed Chanlouineau, "we should do well to consult the Baron d'Escorval." "Yes, yes!" exclaimed the peasants; "let us go at once!"
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