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Fongereues sank back in his chair, utterly crushed. For a few moments he had indulged in the hope of a proud future, and now, knowing that he could not raise a million, he felt that he was in deeper perplexity than ever. Cyprien now appeared. "You made a mistake, sir, in hesitating for a moment.
Fanfar was liberated, and restored to life by the physician whom Gudel had brought with him. The Marquis de Fongereues went on to the château with the body of the Vicomte. "And Labarre, where is he?" "In the boat waiting for us, but I have not yet told you all. We should have made an end of Cyprien, for he threatened to denounce us. The only thing for Fanfar is to flee the country.
I know him so well, Father Cyprien; while you, you always listen to me, my poor little note-book; if a tear escapes me, you kindly absorb it and retain its trace like a good-hearted friend. Hence I love you. And, since we are tete-a-tete, let us have a chat. You won't be angry with me for writing with a pencil, dear.
Write to the Society that before five days have elapsed you will have fulfilled the conditions imposed." "That would be folly!" "Is not Fanfar in prison?" "What of that? He will not be condemned." "By the judges, possibly not but by us." Fongereues held himself more erect. "Tell me what you mean, Cyprien?" he asked. The lacquey laughed. "I mean simply, that I will kill this Fanfar!"
The Marquis went on speaking in so low a voice that no one but the servant could possibly hear. When the Marquise, her daughter-in-law, and grandson left the salon, a servant attached especially to the service of the Vicomte approached. "Madame la Vicomtesse," said Cyprien, "my master wishes to see you; he is in his chamber."
He's just back from Saloniki his first furlough in a year, sir. It must have gone to his head. I swear he hasn't had anything but cider to drink, sir." "But that's no excuse for making all this noise. Show me his military book!" The officer took it, ran through the pages, and then approached Cyprien. At the sight of the gold braid Cyprien stood up and saluted.
Excited voices could be heard from the direction in which Cyprien had vanished. The army police dashed in, followed by the station master and all the employés. A lengthy discussion was begun, and having finished our dinner we left matters to adjust themselves and sauntered forth onto the platform.
He took a lantern and hunted for traces of the fugitives. "This way!" cried Robeccal, "they have made their escape toward the forest." "I know every inch of the forest," answered the Brigadier, waving his sword, as if he were about to attack an enemy. Cyprien stood biting his lips. Could it be that Fanfar was to escape him now?
I will not be detained. There is some conspiracy a-foot against me. I will indict you all for it, if you hinder me in going forth," the knight vociferated, in accents of mingled rage and terror. "Stop me at your peril, thou saucy Gascon knave." "Cornes du diable! no more a knave than yourself, gros usurier!" Cyprien cried.
What is chiefly remarkable here is the carved oak of the reredoses and pulpit. The English in 1422 took the town of St. Cyprien and besieged the abbey, which was a veritable citadel where the inhabitants in the last resort found shelter. A French force coming, however, to the relief of the people, the English, who were probably not very numerous, deemed it prudent to retire.
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