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Updated: June 22, 2025
"The poor young man has lost his reason!" was the almost universal opinion. And those who doubted it, doubted it no longer when it became known that Jean Lacheneur had formed an engagement with a company of strolling players who stopped at Montaignac for a few days. But the young man had not wanted for good advice and kind friends.
He would have sacrificed anything at that moment for the ineffable joy of seeing this proud and detested marquis at his feet. "Very well, I will give it to Maurice," he responded, coldly. "It should be a bond of alliance, it seems to me," said Martial, gently. Jean Lacheneur made a gesture terrible in its irony and menace. "A bond of alliance!" he exclaimed. "You are too fast, Monsieur le Marquis!
After supper Chupin sent for a cart; the prisoner, securely bound, was placed in it, and the party started for Montaignac. The great bell was striking two when Lacheneur was brought into the citadel. At that very moment M. d'Escorval and Corporal Bavois were making their preparations for escape.
"I offered my name and my fortune to your sister." "I would have killed her with my own hand had she accepted your offer. Let this prove to you that I do not forget. If any great disgrace ever tarnishes the proud name of Sairmeuse, think of Jean Lacheneur. My hand will be in it." He was so frantic with passion that he forgot his usual caution.
"The slightest emotion might kill your father," he declared; "and to tell your mother of your return, and of the dangers to which you have foolishly exposed yourself, would cause her untold tortures. Go at once. Cross the frontier again this very night." Jean Lacheneur, who had witnessed this scene, now approached.
He was very pale, and his eyes glittered with feverish brilliancy. On recognizing him Martial could not restrain an exclamation of surprise. "Jean Lacheneur!" he exclaimed; "imprudent man!" The young man stepped forward. "You believed that you were rid of me," he said, bitterly. "Instead, I return from afar. You can have your people arrest me if you choose."
Ah! this was the weak spot in his armor; the instinct of a mother was not mistaken. M. Lacheneur hesitated a moment; but he finally conquered the weakness that had threatened to master him. "Marie-Anne," he replied, slowly, "knows her duty too well not to obey when I command.
With a bound, Lacheneur had risen, wild with despair and horror. Though he had believed himself utterly exhausted, he found superhuman strength to flee. A price had been set upon his head. This frightful thought awakened in his breast the frenzy that renders a hunted wild beast so dangerous.
It was the first time that he had ever had a secret from the faithful and courageous companion of his existence. Without warning her, he went to beg Abbe Midon to follow him to the Reche, to the house of M. Lacheneur. The silence, on his part, explains Mme. d'Escorval's astonishment when, on the arrival of the dinner-hour, neither her son nor her husband appeared.
"'God be praised! she whispered; 'Sairmeuse is saved! "I heard a deep sigh. I turned; she was dead." This scene that M. Lacheneur was relating rose vividly before him. To feign, to disguise the truth, or to conceal any portion of it was an impossibility. He forgot himself and his daughter; he thought only of the dead woman, of Mlle. Armande de Sairmeuse.
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