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M. Henri," said one of the men from Durbelliere, "how can we get her again when we have lost our guns, and have got no powder?" "How!" said Henri, "with your sticks and your hands, my friends as your neighbours in St. Florent took her, at first, from the blues; we all think much of the men of St.
Yes, my friends, you will be spared an unpleasant job, and the rope and the tree will not be contaminated." "Pardoned him pardoned Adolphe Denot pardoned the traitor who brought Santerre and the republicans to Durbelliere pardoned the wretch who so grossly insulted Mademoiselle Agatha, and nearly killed M. le Marquis," cried one after another immediately round the door.
He had himself sent him there; and as soon as he perceived, on running round the side of the house, that the whole front was occupied by the blues, his first idea was to go after his pony, and ride as fast as the animal could carry him to Echanbroignes, and bring the royalists from thence to the rescue of their friends at Durbelliere.
Father Jerome greeted them all as he entered the breakfast-room. He was received with great kindness by the old Marquis, who pressed his hand and made him sit beside himself; he blessed the two young girls fervently, and nodded affectionately to Henri, whom he had seen on the preceding day. It was evident that the Cure of St. Laud's was quite at home at Durbelliere.
He still loved Agatha, though his love was, as it were, mingled with hatred; he still wished to possess her, but he did not care how disagreeable, how horrible to herself might be the means by which he accomplished his object. He entertained ideas of seizing upon her person, taking her from Durbelliere, and marrying her during the confusion which the Revolution had caused in the country.
"If the ladies wouldn't think ill of going to Echanbroignes," said Jean Stein, "they would be safe there, and near at hand to learn all as it goes on at Durbelliere. I am sure father and Annot would do their best to make the ladies comfortable, as long as they might be pleased to stay there." After considerable discussion this plan was adopted.
They were occasionally at Durbelliere; but there Cathelineau was again abashed and confused. He could not calmly endure the quiet loveliness of Agatha's face, or the sweet music of her voice. He himself felt that his brain was not cool when there; that his mind was gradually teaching itself to dwell on subjects, which in his position would be awfully dangerous to him.
They got into a voiture at Bressuire, and from thence continued their journey in something more like comfort, while Francois with the waggon followed them; but the two ladies were not destined to reach Durbelliere that night. When they were about half-way between Bressuire and the chateau, they were met by a man on horseback, who was already on his way to Clisson.
He has that beauty which women love to look on: the bold bright eye, the open forehead, the frank, easy smile, and his face is only a faithful index to his heart; he is as frank as brave, and yet as tender-hearted as he looks to be; he is specially formed to love and to be loved." "Poor Marie! I grieve that you brought her from Durbelliere."
"Well, Annot," answered she, "as you have told me so much, I don't mind telling you that I am. But it will be long, probably, before I am married, if ever I am. Men have other things to think of now than marriage, and, alas! women too. We must wait till the wars are over, Annot." "But I thought the wars were over now, Mademoiselle. Haven't they got that Santerre prisoner up at Durbelliere?"
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