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As his gloomy imagination pictured the future, when Madelinette should return and see him as he was and cease to love him to build up his Seigneurial honour to an undue importance, to give his position a fictitious splendour, became a mania with him. No ruler of a Grand Duchy ever cherished his honour dearer or exacted homage more persistently than did Louis Racine in the Seigneury of Pontiac.
Madelinette was frightened. She knew well why Havel had ridden on ahead without her permission, and shaking hands with the landlord and getting into the coach, she said hastily to her new coachman: "Lose not an instant. Drive hard." They reached the next change by noon, and here they found four horses awaiting them. Tardif, and Havel also, had come and gone.
You will go back all too soon." She was about to reply when the Seigneur again entered the room. "I made up my mind that he should go at once, and so I've sent him word the rat!" "I will leave you two to be drowned in the depths of your own intelligence," said Madelinette; and taking her empty basket left the room. A strange compelling feeling drove her to the library where the fateful panel was.
Madelinette was standing, tense and set with terror, her eyes riveted on something that crouched beside a pile of cart-wheels a few feet away; something with shaggy head, flaring eyes, and a devilish face. The thing raised itself and sprang towards hers with a devouring cry. With desperate swiftness leaping forward, Valmond caught the half man, half beast it seemed that by the throat.
He knew great things were at stake, and they had to do with the famous singer, Lajeunesse; and what tales for his grandchildren in years to come! The flushed and comfortable Madame Marie sat upright in the coach, holding the hand of her mistress, and Madelinette grew paler as the miles diminished between her and Quebec.
But as he got into the carriage, Madelinette came quickly to him, and said: "I would give ten years of my life to undo to-day's work." "I have no quarrel with you, Madame," he said gloomily, raised his hat, and was driven away. The national fete of the summer was over.
He entered the house and went in search of Madelinette. When he reached the drawing-room, surrounded by eager listeners, she was beginning to sing. Her bearing was eager and almost tremulous, for, with this crowd round her and in the flush of this gaiety and excitement, there was something of that exhilarating air that greets the singer upon the stage.
Havel had every hope of overtaking Tardif, and so he told Madelinette, adding that he would secure the paper for her at any cost. She did not quite know what Havel meant, but she read purpose in his eye, and when Havel said: "I won't say 'Stop thief' many times," she turned away without speaking she was choked with anxiety. Yet in her own pocket was a little silver-handled pistol.
It was Madelinette, who had come to the camp early to cook her father's breakfast. Without a word, the mealman turned, pulled his clothes about him with a jerk, and, pale and bewildered, started away at a run down the plateau. "He's going to the village," said the charcoalman. "He hasn't leave. That's court-martial!" Lajeunesse shook his head knowingly.
Havel had every hope of overtaking Tardif, and so he told Madelinette, adding that he would secure the paper for her at any cost. She did not quite know what Havel meant, but she read purpose in his eye, and when Havel said: "I won't say 'Stop thief' many times," she turned away without speaking she was choked with anxiety. Yet in her own pocket was a little silver-handled pistol.
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