Madame Fournichon ran to the door, while M. Fournichon placed the supper on the table, and to judge by its reception it must have been exquisite. As his wife did not return, however, the host asked a servant what she was doing. "Oh, master," he replied, "she is selling all your old iron for new money." "I hope not my cuirass and arms," said he, running to the door. "No," said De Loignac, "it is forbidden to buy arms." Madame Fournichon entered triumphantly. "You have not been selling my arms?" cried her husband. "Yes, I have." "I will not have them sold." "Bah! in time of peace; and I have got ten crowns instead of an old cuirass." "Ten crowns! Samuel, do you hear?" said Pertinax, looking for his valet, but he was not to be seen. "It seems to me that this man carries on a dangerous trade. But what does he do with them?" "Sells them again by weight." "By weight! and you say he gave you ten crowns--for what?" "A cuirass and a helmet." "Why, even if they weighed twenty pounds, that is half-a-crown a pound. This hides some mystery." Voices rose, and the mirth grew loud with all, except Carmainges, who still thought of the mysterious page. He sat by M. de Loignac, who said to him: "Here are a number of joyful people, and they do not know what for." "Nor I, neither; but at least I am an exception." "You are wrong, for you are one of those to whom Paris is a paradise." "Do not laugh at me, M. de Loignac." "I do not; I distinguished you at once, and that other young man also who looks so grave." "Who?" "M. de St. Maline." "And why this distinction, if this question be not too curious?" "I know you, that is all." "Me! you know me?" "You, and he, and all here." "It is strange." "Yes, but necessary." "Why?" "Because a chief should know his soldiers." "And all these men--" "Will be my soldiers to-morrow." "But I thought that M. d'Epernon--" "Hush! do not pronounce that name here." Then rising, M. de Loignac said, "Gentlemen, since chance unites here forty-five compatriots, let us empty a glass of wine to the prosperity of all." This proposal gave rise to frantic applause. "They are almost all half drunk," said De Loignac; "it would be a good opportunity to make them repeat their histories, only time does not permit of it." Then he added aloud, "Hola! M. Fournichon, dismiss from the room all women, children and lackeys." Lardille retired grumbling, but Militor did not move. "Did you not hear, M. Militor," said De Loignac; "to the kitchen!" There remained only forty-five men, and M. de Loignac then said, "Now, gentlemen, each knows who called him to Paris. Good! that will do; do not call out his name. You know also that you have come to obey him." A murmur of assent came from all, mingled with astonishment, for each one knew only what concerned himself, and was ignorant that his neighbor had been moved by the same influence.