In this extremity she decided to make her father her confidant; and she wrote him a note announcing her coming. She wished her father to compel Lacheneur to leave the country. This would be an easy matter for him, since he was armed with discretionary authority at an epoch when lukewarm devotion afforded an abundant excuse for sending a man into exile. Fully decided upon this plan, Blanche became calmer on leaving the chateau; and her hopes overflowed in incoherent phrases, to which poor Aunt Medea listened with her accustomed resignation. “At last I shall be rid of this shameless creature!” she exclaimed. “We will see if he has the audacity to follow her! Will he follow her? Oh, no; he dare not!” When the carriage passed through the village of Sairmeuse, Mlle. Blanche noticed an unwonted animation. There were lights in every house, the saloons seemed full of drinkers, and groups of people were standing upon the public square and upon the doorsteps. But what did this matter to Mlle. de Courtornieu! It was not until they were a mile or so from Sairmeuse that she was startled from her revery. “Listen, Aunt Medea,” she said, suddenly. “Do you hear anything?” The poor dependent listened. Both occupants of the carriage heard shouts that became more and more distinct with each revolution of the wheels. “Let us find out the meaning of this,” said Mlle. Blanche. And lowering one of the carriage-windows, she asked the coachman the cause of the disturbance. “I see a great crowd of peasants on the hill; they have torches and----” “Blessed Jesus!” interrupted Aunt Medea, in alarm. “It must be a wedding,” added the coachman, whipping up his horses. It was not a wedding, but Lacheneur’s little band, which had been augmented to the number of about five hundred. Lacheneur should have been at the Croix d’Arcy two hours before. But he had shared the fate of most popular chiefs. When an impetus had been given to the movement he was no longer master of it. Baron d’Escorval had made him lose twenty minutes; he was delayed four times as long in Sairmeuse. When he reached that village, a little behind time, he found the peasants scattered through the wine-shops, drinking to the success of the enterprise. To tear them from their merry-making was a long and difficult task. And to crown all, when they were finally induced to resume their line of march, it was impossible to persuade them to extinguish the pine knots which they had lighted to serve as torches. Prayers and threats were alike unavailing. “They wished to see their way,” they said. Poor deluded creatures! They had not the slightest conception of the difficulties and the perils of the enterprise they had undertaken. They were going to capture a fortified city, defended by a numerous garrison, as if they were bound on a pleasure jaunt. Gay, thoughtless, and animated by the imperturbable confidence of a child, they were marching along, arm in arm, singing patriotic songs.