"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!"
"Great G.o.d!"
"Major Carini has been arrested."
"By whom? How?"
"Ah! there was a fatality about it! Just as we were perfecting our arrangements to capture the Duc de Sairmeuse, the duke surprised us. We fled, but the cursed n.o.ble pursued us, overtook Carini, seized him by the collar, and dragged him to the citadel."
Lacheneur was overwhelmed; the abbe"s gloomy prophecy again resounded in his ears.
"So I warned my friends, and hastened to warn you," continued the officer. "The affair is an utter failure!"
He was only too correct; and Lacheneur knew it even better than he did.
But, blinded by hatred and anger, he would not acknowledge that the disaster was irreparable.
"Let Mademoiselle de Counornieu pa.s.s without hinderance."
He affected a calmness which he did not in the least feel.
"You are easily discouraged, gentlemen," he said, bitterly. "There is, at least, one more chance."
"The devil! Then you have resources of which we are ignorant?"
"Perhaps--that depends. You have just pa.s.sed the Croix d"Arcy; did you tell any of those people what you have just told me?"
"Not a word."
"How many men are there at the rendezvous?"
"At least two thousand."
"And what is their mood?"
"They are burning to begin the struggle. They are cursing our slowness, and told me to entreat you to make haste."
"In that case our cause is not lost," said Lacheneur, with a threatening gesture. "Wait here until the peasants come up, and say to them that you were sent to tell them to make haste. Bring them on as quickly as possible, and have confidence in me; I will be responsible for the success of the enterprise."
He said this, then putting spurs to his horse, galloped away. He had deceived the men. He had no other resources. He did not have the slightest hope of success. It was an abominable falsehood. But, if this edifice, which he had erected with such care and labor, was to totter and fall, he desired to be buried beneath its ruins. They would be defeated; he was sure of it, but what did that matter? In the conflict he would seek death and find it.
Bitter discontent pervaded the crowd at the Croix d"Arcy; and after the pa.s.sing of the officers, who had hastened to warn Lacheneur of the disaster at Montaignac, the murmurs of dissatisfaction were changed to curses.
These peasants, nearly two thousand in number, were indignant at not finding their leader awaiting them at the rendezvous.
"Where is he?" they asked. "Who knows but he is afraid at the last moment? Perhaps he is concealing himself while we are risking our lives and the bread of our children here."
And already the epithets of mischief-maker and traitor were flying from lip to lip, and increasing the anger in every breast.
Some were of the opinion that the crowd should disperse; others wished to march against Montaignac without Lacheneur, and that, immediately.