“Yes, I refused it,” resumed M. Lacheneur, “and I do not believe that my daughter will marry anyone without my consent. What did you promise me this morning, Marie-Anne? Can it be you, you who grant a rendezvous to gallants in the forest? Return to the house, instantly----” “But father----” “Return!” he repeated with an oath; “return, I command you.” She obeyed and departed, not without giving Maurice a look in which he read a farewell that she believed would be eternal. As soon as she had gone, perhaps twenty paces, M. Lacheneur, with folded arms, confronted Maurice. “As for you, Monsieur d’Escorval,” said he, rudely, “I hope that you will no longer undertake to prowl around my daughter----” “I swear to you, Monsieur--” “Oh, no oaths, if you please. It is an evil action to endeavor to turn a young girl from her duty, which is obedience. You have broken forever all relations between your family and mine.” The poor youth tried to excuse himself, but M. Lacheneur interrupted him. “Enough! enough!” said he; “go back to your home.” And as Maurice hesitated, he seized him by the collar and dragged him to the little footpath leading through the grove. It was the work of scarcely ten seconds, and yet, he found time to whisper in the young man’s ear, in his formerly friendly tones: “Go, you little wretch! do you wish to render all my precautions useless?” He watched Maurice as he disappeared, bewildered by the scene he had just witnessed, and stupefied by what he had just heard; and it was not until he saw that young d’Escorval was out of hearing that he turned to Martial. “As I have had the honor of meeting you, Monsieur le Marquis,” said he, “I deem it my duty to inform you that Chupin and his sons are searching for you everywhere. It is at the instance of the duke, your father, who is anxious for you to repair at once to the Chateau de Courtornieu.” He turned to Chanlouineau, and added: “We will now proceed on our way.” But Martial detained him with a gesture. “I am much surprised to hear that they are seeking me,” said he. “My father knows very well where he sent me; I was going to your house, Monsieur, and at his request.” “To my house?” “To your house, yes, Monsieur, to express our sincere regret at the scene which took place at the presbytery last evening.” And without waiting for any response, Martial, with wonderful cleverness and felicity of expression, began to repeat to the father the story which he had just related to the daughter. According to his version, his father and himself were in despair. How could M. Lacheneur suppose them guilty of such black ingratitude? Why had he retired so precipitately? The Duc de Sairmeuse held at M. Lacheneur’s disposal any amount which it might please him to mention--sixty, a hundred thousand francs, even more. But M. Lacheneur did not appear to be dazzled in the least; and when Martial had concluded, he replied, respectfully, but coldly, that he would consider the matter.