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"But yesterday, or to-day, I mean?" said Marcasse. "Oh! yesterday and to-day, nobody, sir; for it is quite two years since M. le Chevalier came here; and as for M. l'Abbe, he never sleeps here, now that he comes alone. He arrives in the morning, has lunch with us, and goes back in the evening." "But the bed was disarranged," said Marcasse, looking at her attentively.
The gendarmes then left us, for the chevalier and the lieutenant-general were sufficiently well escorted by their own men not to fear attack from any one. A fresh cause of astonishment for me was to see the chevalier bestowing marks of warm friendship on Patience and Marcasse. As for the cure, he was upon a footing of equality with these seigneurs.
Marcasse turned toward him and after surveying him intently bowed with imperturbable gravity. Arthur, suddenly recovering his serious mood, rose and, with comic dignity, bowed in return almost to the ground. We returned to the camp together.
Up to the present nothing had happened here of sufficient importance for him to risk his life in the experiment. Now, however, the case was different. Marcasse did not hesitate. I was not near him when he formed his plan; I should have dissuaded him from it at all costs.
He wanted to take the coach for Paris that very evening; but I implored him to go to Sainte-Severe first of all to get news of Edmee. Four mortal days had passed since I had received any; and, moreover, Marcasse had never given me such exact details as I could have wished. "Ease your mind," said Arthur. "I will undertake to bring you the truth.
Marcasse took off his hat to me and said in an impassive tone: "He is wrong . . . live at peace . . . pardon . . . peace . . . farewell!" They disappeared; and there ended my relations with Patience. I did not come in contact with him again until long afterward. I was fifteen when my grandfather died. At Roche-Mauprat his death caused no sorrow, but infinite consternation.
The farmer wished to introduce me to his wife, but she could not be persuaded to see me, and went and hid herself in the hemp-field. I attributed this to the shyness of youth. "Fine youth, my word!" said Marcasse; "youth like mine fifty years old and more! There is something beneath it, something beneath, I tell you." "What the devil can there be?" "Hum!
All these depositions were treated as fairy tales, for Marcasse admitted that he had not seen the Trappist in any of the places mentioned, and neither the chevalier nor his daughter was able to give evidence.
"You remind me," I answered, "that we two have some old accounts to settle." And heedless of the frightful agony caused by my sprain, I rose again, and with a backhander I sent Don Marcasse, who was endeavouring the play the cure's part of peacemaker, head over heels into the middle of the ashes.
Patience, who was in the act of counting a pile of money, let it fall on the table and came towards me with the old cordiality. I embraced him heartily; he was surprised and touched at my joy. Then he examined me from head to foot, and seemed to be wondering at the change in my appearance, when Marcasse arrived at the door.
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