le near by.

Did he wish to be understood as saying:

"I will do nothing; but you will find a poison there."

M. d'Escorval understood it in this way, for it was with an accent of
gratitude that he murmured:

"Thanks!"

Now that he felt that he was master of his life he breathed more freely.
From that moment his condition, so long desperate, began to improve.

"I can defy all my enemies from this hour," he said, with a gayety which
certainly was not feigned.

Day after day passed and the abbe's sinister apprehensions were not
realized; he, too, began to regain confidence.

Instead of causing an increase of severity, Maurice's and Jean
Lacheneur's frightful imprudence had been, as it were, the point of
departure for a universal indulgence.

One might reasonably have supposed that the authorities of Montaignac
had forgotten, and desired to have forgotten, if that were possible,
Lacheneur's conspiracy, and the abominable slaughter for which it had
been made the pretext.

They soon heard at the farm that Maurice and the brave corporal had
succeeded in reaching Piedmont.

No allusion was made to Jean Lacheneur, so it was supposed that he had
not left the country; but they had no reason to fear for his safety,
since he was not upon the proscribed list.

Later, it was rumored that the Marquis de Courtornieu was ill, and that
Mme. Blanche did not leave his bedside.

Soon afterward, Father Poignot, on returning from Montaignac, reported
that the duke had just passed a week in Paris, and that he was now on
his way home with one more decoration--another proof of royal favor--and
that he had succeeded in obtaining an order for the release of all the
conspirators, who were now in prison.

It was impossible to doubt this intelligence, for the Montaignac papers
mentioned this fact, with all the circumstances on the following day.

The abbe attributed this sudden and happy change entirely to the rupture
between the duke and the marquis, and this was the universal opinion in
the neighborhood. Even the retired officers remarked:

"The duke is decidedly better than he is supposed to be, and if he has
been severe, it is only because he was influenced by that odious Marquis
de Courtornieu."

Marie-Anne alone suspected the truth. A secret presentiment told her
that it was Martial de Sairmeuse who had shaken off his wonted apathy,
and was working these changes and using and abusing his ascendancy over
the mind of his fat