. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . re scarcely calculated to reassure thedid This sentiment ry noble, no doubt, said he; but i* h lined the political prospects of our house. i imperceptible smile curved Martials lips. *l believe, on the contrary, I have saved them, replied he. It 522 THE HONOR OF THE NAME is useless for us to attempt to deceive ourselves; this affair ofthe insurrection has been abominable, and you ought to blessthe opportunity this quarrel gives you to free yourself fromall responsibility in it. You must go to Paris at once, and seethe Due de Richelieu—nay, the king hi
. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . re scarcely calculated to reassure thedid This sentiment ry noble, no doubt, said he; but i* h lined the political prospects of our house. i imperceptible smile curved Martials lips. *l believe, on the contrary, I have saved them, replied he. It 522 THE HONOR OF THE NAME is useless for us to attempt to deceive ourselves; this affair ofthe insurrection has been abominable, and you ought to blessthe opportunity this quarrel gives you to free yourself fromall responsibility in it. You must go to Paris at once, and seethe Due de Richelieu—nay, the king himself, and with a littleaddress, you can throw all the odium on the Marquis de Cour-tornieu, and retain for yourself only the prestige of the valuableservices you have rendered. The dukes face brightened. Zounds, marquis! he ex-claimed ; that is a good idea ! In the future I shall be infinitelyless afraid of Courtornieu. Martial remained thoughtful. It is not the Marquis deCourtornieu that I fear, he murmured, but his daughter— I N the country, news flies from mouth to mouth with incon-*? ceivable rapidity, and, strange as it may seem, the sceneat the Chateau de Sairmeuse was known of at Father Poignotsfarmhouse that same night. After Maurice, Jean Lacheneur,and Bavois left the farm, promising to recross the frontier asquickly as possible, the Abbe Midon decided not to acquaintM. dEscorval either with his sons return, or Marie-Annespresence in the house. The barons condition was so criticalthat the merest trifle might turn the scale. At about ten oclockhe fell asleep, and the abbe and Madame dEscorval then wentdownstairs to talk with Marie-Anne. They were sitting togetherwhen Poignots eldest son came home in a state of great ex-citement. He had gone out after supper with some of hisacquaintances to admire the splendors of the Sairmeuse fete,and he now came rushing back to relate the strange events ofthe evening to his fathers guests. It is inconceivable! mur-mured t
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