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Updated: June 5, 2025
Three large tables taken from the mess-room, and covered with horse-blankets instead of tapestry, stood upon the platform. Some unpainted wooden chairs awaited the judges; but in the centre glittered the president's chair, a superbly carved and gilded fauteuil, sent by the Duc de Sairmeuse. Several wooden benches had been provided for the prisoners.
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.
The servant was about to obey, when the duke exclaimed: "Wait! Let someone take a horse, and go and tell my son to come here without a moment's delay. Take one of the swiftest horses. The messenger ought to go to Sairmeuse and return in two hours." Chupin endeavored to attract the duke's attention by pulling the skirt of his coat. M. de Sairmeuse turned: "What is it?"
Sairmeuse, if I remember rightly, yielded an average income of one thousand louis per year. These revenues, well invested, should have amounted to a very considerable amount. Where is this?" This claim, thus advanced and at such a moment, was so outrageous, that Martial, disgusted, made a sign to his father, which the latter did not see.
Heaven grant that she may meet with no misfortune on the way!" The Duc de Sairmeuse and the Marquis de Courtornieu had more time before them than they supposed. The rebels were advancing, but not so rapidly as Chupin had said. Two circumstances, which it was impossible to foresee, disarranged Lacheneur's plans.
M. de Sairmeuse took an inventory of the apartment in a single glance. The habits of a house reveal those of its master. This was clean, poor, and bare. The walls were whitewashed; a dozen chairs composed the entire furniture; upon the table, laid with monastic simplicity, were only tin dishes. This was either the abode of an ambitious man or a saint.
"I know that Sairmeuse must be given up." This was the decree of his own conscience, that faint voice which speaks only in a whisper, but which all the tumult on earth cannot overpower. "No one saw me take away the chest," he faltered. "If anyone suspected it, there is not a single proof against me. But no one does suspect it." Marie-Anne rose, her eyes flashed with generous indignation.
By way of response, Chupin handed the duke a copy of the letter written by Martial under Chanlouineau's dictation. M. de Sairmeuse read: "My dear friend We are at last agreed, and the marriage is decided. We are now busy in preparing for the wedding, which will take place on the 4th of March." The date was no longer blank; but still the duke did not comprehend. "Well, what of it?" he demanded.
She loaded Chupin with favors because he knew the crime she had committed that crime in which his father had been only an accomplice." He remembered Martial's oath at the bedside of the murdered girl, and his heart overflowed with savage exultation. He saw his two enemies, the last of the Sairmeuse and the last of the Courtornieu take in their own hands his work of vengeance.
The demonstrations which had greeted the Duc de Sairmeuse had been correctly reported by Chanlouineau. Chupin had found the secret of kindling to a white heat the enthusiasm of the cold and calculating peasants who were his neighbors.
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