Part 41 (1/2)
”Who are you?” she demanded, haughtily, ”and what do you desire?”
”You will know to-morrow,” replied Chanlouineau. ”Until then, you are our prisoner.”
”I see that you do not know who I am, boy.”
”Excuse me. I do know who you are, and, for this very reason, I request you to descend from your carriage. She must leave the carriage, must she not, Monsieur d'Escorval?”
”Very well! I declare that I will not leave my carriage; tear me from it if you dare!”
They would certainly have dared had it not been for Marie-Anne, who checked some peasants as they were springing toward the carriage.
”Let Mademoiselle de Courtornieu pa.s.s without hinderance,” said she.
But this permission might produce such serious consequences that Chanlouineau found courage to resist.
”That cannot be, Marie-Anne,” said he; ”she will warn her father. We must keep her as a hostage; her life may save the life of our friends.”
Mlle. Blanche had not recognized her former friend, any more than she had suspected the intentions of this crowd of men.
But Marie-Anne's name, uttered with that of d'Escorval enlightened her at once.
She understood it all, and trembled with rage at the thought that she was at the mercy of her rival. She resolved to place herself under no obligation to Marie-Anne Lacheneur.
”Very well,” said she, ”we will descend.”
Her former friend checked her.
”No,” said she, ”no! This is not the place for a young girl.”
”For an honest young girl, you should say,” replied Blanche, with a sneer.
Chanlouineau was standing only a few feet from the speaker with his gun in his hand. If a man had uttered those words he would have been instantly killed. Marie-Anne did not deign to notice them.
”Mademoiselle will turn back,” she said, calmly; ”and as she can reach Montaignac by the other road, two men will accompany her as far as Courtornieu.”
She was obeyed. The carriage turned and rolled away, but not so quickly that Marie-Anne failed to hear Blanche cry:
”Beware, Marie! I will make you pay dearly for your insulting patronage!”
The hours were flying by. This incident had occupied ten minutes more--ten centuries--and the last trace of order had disappeared.
M. Lacheneur could have wept with rage. He called Maurice and Chanlouineau.
”I place you in command,” said he; ”do all that you can to hurry these idiots onward. I will ride as fast as I can to the Croix d'Arcy.”
He started, but he was only a short distance in advance of his followers when he saw two men running toward him at full speed. One was clad in the attire of a well-to-do bourgeois; the other wore the old uniform of captain in the Emperor's guard.
”What has happened?” Lacheneur cried, in alarm.
”All is discovered!”