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Mme. d'Escorval left the room to write a few lines to a lady friend, whose husband exerted considerable influence in Montaignac. Maurice and Marie-Anne were left alone. It was the first moment of freedom and solitude which they had found since Marie-Anne's confession.
"By killing me you would, it is true, escape the chastisement I am reserving for you. Consent to fight with me. Shall I await you to-morrow on the Reche? At what hour? With what weapons? "If you are the vilest of men, you can appoint a rendezvous, and then send your gendarmes to arrest me. That would be an act worthy of you. "Maurice d'Escorval." The duke was in despair.
But no; the Marquis de Sairmeuse had resumed the haughty and indifferent manner which was habitual to him. He took from his pocket a bulky envelope, and throwing it upon the table: "Here," he said coldly, "is what I was bringing to Mademoiselle Lacheneur. It contains first a safe-conduct from His Majesty for Monsieur d'Escorval.
About ten o'clock the baron fell asleep, and the abbe and Mme. d'Escorval went downstairs to talk with Marie-Anne. As they were sitting there Poignot's eldest son entered in a state of great excitement. After supper he had gone with some of his acquaintances to admire the splendors of the fete, and he now came rushing back to relate the strange events of the evening to his father's guests.
Instinctively, they felt that they were to be enemies; and the bitterest animosity spoke in the glances they exchanged. Perhaps they felt a presentiment that they were to be champions of two different principles, as well as rivals. Martial, remembering his father, yielded. "We shall meet again, Monsieur d'Escorval," he said, as he retired.
"Instead of designating imaginary leaders," resumed the duke, "you would do well to name the real instigator of this revolt not Lacheneur, but an individual seated upon the other end of the bench, the elder d'Escorval " "Monsieur le Baron d'Escorval was entirely ignorant of the conspiracy, I swear it by all that I hold most sacred " "Hold your tongue!" interrupted the counsel for the prosecution.
But we must do her the justice to admit that her testimony was sincere. She really believed that it was Baron d'Escorval who was with the rebels, and whose opinion Chanlouineau had asked. This error on the part of Mlle. Blanche rose from the custom of designating Maurice by his Christian name, which prevailed in the neighborhood. In speaking of him everyone said "Monsieur Maurice."
Three hundred people were assembled there, but the silence was so profound that the voice of the young marquis penetrated to the farthest extremity of the hall as he read: "Monsieur le marquis In exchange for a dozen lines that threatened you with ruin, you promised us, upon the honor of your name, the life of Baron d'Escorval.
A terrific cry rent the still night air. M. d'Escorval was falling from a height of fifty feet; he was hurled down to the foot of the rocky precipice. The rope had parted. Had it broken naturally?
She endeavored to speak, to ask some question, but Abbe Midon commanded silence by a gesture. Enlightened by the words of Mme. d'Escorval and by the confession of Maurice, the abbe understood at once the extent of the frightful danger that menaced the baron and his son. How was this danger to be averted? What must be done?
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