tions and of wills.

It had begun by the exchange of a few recriminations, and it quickly
reached stinging words, bitter allusions, and at last, even threats.

The marquis declared it necessary to inflict the most frightful--he
said the most _salutary_ punishment upon the offender; the duke, on the
contrary, was inclined to be indulgent.

The marquis declared that since Lacheneur, the prime mover, and his
son, had both eluded pursuit, it was an urgent necessity to arrest
Marie-Anne.

The other declared that the arrest and imprisonment of this young girl
would be impolitic, that such a course would render the authorities
odious, and the rebels more zealous.

As each was firmly wedded to his own opinion, the discussion was heated,
but they failed to convince each other.

"These rebels must be put down with a strong hand!" urged M. de
Courtornieu.

"I do not wish to exasperate the populace," replied the duke.

"Bah! what does public sentiment matter?"

"It matters a great deal when you cannot depend upon your soldiers. Do
you know what happened last night? There was powder enough burned to win
a battle; there were only fifteen peasants wounded. Our men fired in the
air. You forget that the Montaignac militia is composed, for the most
part, at least of men who formerly fought under Bonaparte, and who are
burning to turn their weapons against us."

But neither the one nor the other dared to tell the real cause of his
obstinacy.

Mlle. Blanche had been at Montaignac that morning. She had confided her
anxiety and her sufferings to her father; and she made him swear that he
would profit by this opportunity to rid her of Marie-Anne.

On his side, the duke, persuaded that Marie-Anne was his son's mistress,
wished, at any cost, to prevent her appearance before the tribunal. At
last the marquis yielded.

The duke had said to him: "Very well! let us end this dispute," at the
same time glancing so meaningly at a pair of pistols that the worthy
marquis felt a disagreeable chilliness creep up his spine.

They then went together to examine the prisoners, preceded by a
detachment of soldiery who drove back the crowd, which gathered again to
await the duke's return. So all day Maurice watched the aerial
telegraph established upon the citadel, and whose black arms were moving
incessantly.

"What orders are travelling through space?" he said to the abbe; "is it
life or is it death?"

CHAPTER XXVI

"Above all, make