"Where did they go?" asked Robert. "I've promised not to tell," said the old man doggedly. "Father," exclaimed young Tournay, "do you not see how important it is that I should know where they have gone? If you have any affection for mademoiselle you will tell me. Cannot you trust your own son?" "Will you promise not to prevent their going?" replied the old man. Tournay thought for a moment. "Yes." "To La Haye, in the province of Touraine, near the boundary of La Vendée." "Will they reach there in safety?" inquired Tournay, half to himself. "You need have no alarm on that score. They have disguised themselves as peasants; no one will be able to recognize them. Look!" he added suddenly, pointing in the direction of the château. A tongue of flame shot into the night air, then another and another followed in quick succession. "Is the château on fire?" cried Robert in consternation. As if in answer the flames burst fiercely forth, and the noble old pile stood revealed to them by the light of the fire that consumed it. The surrounding landscape became brilliant as day, and the great oaks of the park waved their bare branches frantically in the direction of the edifice they had sheltered so many years; seeming to sigh pityingly as one turret after another fell crashing to the ground. Young Tournay looked around to see if any of the attacking party were still lurking in the vicinity; but with the exception of himself and his father, no human eye was witness of the burning. "Gardin's men must have ignited that during their drunken invasion of the wine-cellar," he exclaimed excitedly. Then in the next breath he added, "Thank God! Mademoiselle has been spared this sight." Old Tournay stood looking at the conflagration in silence; then turning away with a sigh, he said simply, "There goes the only home I have ever known; where my father lived before me and where you were born, Robert. I must now find a new place to pass what few days of life remain to me." Tournay laid his hand on his father's arm. "Will you come with me to Paris?" he asked. "No, no," replied his father. "I am not in sympathy with Paris, Robert, nor with your ways. I don't understand them, boy. It may be all right for you. I know you are a good son, you have always been that, but I shall find a shelter in La Thierry. None will molest an old man like me." Leading his horse by the bridle, Tournay walked back to the village with his father. On the way they were met by Gaillard, who had seen the flames and had guessed their meaning. Robert Tournay explained the situation to him as they all went back to the inn. Greatly in need of rest, Robert threw himself down to wait until the morrow. They were up with the dawn, when Gaillard had a new suggestion to offer.