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Here is also a decree of his non-complicity rendered in favor of Abbe Midon, and an order from the bishop which reinstates him as Cure of Sairmeuse; and lastly, a discharge, drawn up in due form, and an acknowledged right to a pension in the name of Corporal Bavois." He paused, and as his astonished hearers stood rooted to their places with wonder, he turned and approached Marie-Anne's bedside.
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?
"Lacheneur, Abbe Midon, Chanlouineau, Baron d'Escorval " "Enough!" cried the duke. Now that danger was certain, his coolness returned; and his herculean form, a trifle bowed by the weight of years, rose to its full height. He gave the bell-rope a violent pull; a valet appeared. "My uniform," commanded M. de Sairmeuse; "my pistols! Quick!"
Abbe Midon was not hungry, though it was two o'clock, and he had eaten nothing since the previous evening. The sudden arrival of the former masters of Sairmeuse filled his heart with gloomy forebodings. Their coming, he believed, presaged the greatest misfortunes.
Pierre Midon stared at the action. "What ails thee, Jean?" he asked brusquely, "Hast thou remembered a dead sin, or a passing soul?" "Neither," replied Patoux slowly, "But only just the thought of another child a waif and stray whom the good Cardinal found in the streets of Rouen, outside our great Cathedral door.
But the florist, known as Pierre Midon, soon realised the situation and explained it all to his provincial relative. "It is the Abbe Vergniaud they are burying," he said, "He was a wonderful preacher! All fashionable Paris used to go and hear him till he made that pretty scandal of himself a month or so ago.
"How dost thou prove a waif of the streets a holy thing?" enquired Pierre curiously. Patoux shrugged his shoulders, and gave a wide deprecatory wave of both hands. "Ah, that is more than I can tell you!" he said, "It is a matter beyond my skill. But the boy was a fair-faced boy, I never saw him myself " Midon laughed outright.
"How you have deceived me, cure," he was saying to Abbe Midon. "How could you declare that your people were unfavorably disposed toward us? One is compelled to believe that these evil intentions exist only in your own mind and in your own heart." Abbe Midon was silent. What could he reply?
Her quick, alert tread had become slow and dragging, often she sat for whole days motionless in her chair, her eyes fixed upon vacancy, her lips contracted as if by a spasm, while great tears rolled silently down her cheeks. Abbe Midon, who was greatly disquieted on her account, often attempted to question her. "You are suffering, my child," he said, kindly. "What is the matter?"
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.
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