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"So, Monsieur Tabaret, you are ready to affirm that M. d'Escorval is in quite as good health as Father Absinthe or myself; and that he has confined himself to his room for a couple of months to give a semblance of truth to a falsehood?" "I would be willing to swear it." "But what could possibly have been his object?"
"So, sir," he said, hesitatingly, "in case I was able to find a priest " The physician was silent. One might have supposed he was blaming himself for meddling with matters that did not concern him. Then, almost brusquely, he said: "Listen to me attentively, Monsieur d'Escorval.
So it happened that, one evening, when he was quite sure that Lacheneur, his son, and Chanlouineau were absent, Martial saw a man leave the house and hasten across the fields. He rushed after him, but the man escaped him. He believed, however, that he recognized Maurice d'Escorval.
Young d'Escorval followed them at a distance, and soon saw them enter the parsonage. What were they going to do there? He knew that the duke and his son were within. The time that they remained there, and which he passed in the public square, seemed more than a century long.
The unhappy girl, crimson with happy blushes the moment before, had suddenly become whiter than marble, as she looked imploringly at her father. "It cannot be," repeated M. Lacheneur; "and the day will come when you will bless the decision I make known at this moment." Alarmed by her son's evident agony, Mme. d'Escorval interposed: "You must have reasons for this refusal."
In my opinion, it requires quite as much courage as it does to go and fight." "Ah! you are a brave man!" cried the abbe. "I know that very well! Bring Monsieur d'Escorval. There is no one here but my wife and boys no one will betray him!" A half hour later the baron was lying in a small loft, where Jean Lacheneur was already installed.
"We wish to prevent the accomplishment of an act of madness!" exclaimed M. d'Escorval. "Hatred has crazed you, Lacheneur!" "You know nothing of my projects!" "Do you think that I do not suspect them? You hope to capture Montaignac " "What does that matter to you?" interrupted Lacheneur, violently. But M. d'Escorval would not be silenced.
But the old physician had not given his word lightly, and everything took place as he had promised. The priest at Vigano blessed the marriage of Maurice d'Escorval and of Marie-Anne Lacheneur, and after inscribing their names upon the church register, he gave them a certificate, upon which the physician and Corporal Bavois figured as witnesses.
At this threat, Maurice shrugged his shoulders, and said: "You had better not desire it." The abode of the Baron d'Escorval, that brick structure with stone trimmings which was visible from the superb avenue leading to Sairmeuse, was small and unpretentious. Its chief attraction was a pretty lawn that extended to the banks of the Oiselle, and a small but beautifully shaded park.
They did not even hear of the little party that had travelled nearly three leagues in the full light of day, bearing a wounded man upon a litter. Among the two thousand peasants who believed that this wounded man was Baron d'Escorval, there was not one who turned informer or let drop an indiscreet word.
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