s
confused and agitated by the question that rose to her lips. What
humiliation! But she conquered her embarrassment, and turning away her
head to hide her crimson face, she said:

"But he certainly has a mistress!"

Chupin burst into a noisy laugh.

"Well, we have come to it at last," he said, with an audacious
familiarity that made Blanche shudder. "You mean that scoundrel
Lacheneur's daughter, do you not? that stuck-up minx, Marie-Anne?"

Blanche felt that denial was useless.

"Yes," she answered; "it is Marie-Anne that I mean."

"Ah, well! she has been neither seen nor heard from. She must have fled
with another of her lovers, Maurice d'Escorval."

"You are mistaken."

"Oh, not at all! Of all the Lacheneurs only Jean remains, and he lives
like the vagabond that he is, by poaching and stealing. Day and night he
rambles through the woods with his gun on his shoulder. He is frightful
to look upon, a perfect skeleton, and his eyes glitter like live coals.
If he ever meets me, my account will be settled then and there."

Blanche turned pale. It was Jean Lacheneur who had fired at the marquis
then. She did not doubt it in the least.

"Very well!" said she, "I, myself, am sure that Marie-Anne is in the
neighborhood, concealed in Montaignac, probably. I must know. Endeavor
to discover her retreat before Monday, when I will meet you here again."

"I will try," Chupin answered.

He did indeed try; he exerted all his energy and cunning, but in vain.
He was fettered by the precautions which he took against Balstain and
against Jean Lacheneur. On the other hand, no one in the neighborhood
would have consented to give him the least information.

"Still no news!" he said to Mme. Blanche at each interview.

But she would not yield. Jealousy will not yield even to evidence.

Blanche had declared that Marie-Anne had taken her husband from her,
that Martial and Marie-Anne loved each other, hence it must be so, all
proofs to the contrary notwithstanding.

But one morning she found her spy jubilant.

"Good news!" he cried, as soon as he saw her; "we have caught the minx
at last."

CHAPTER XLIII

It was the second day after Marie-Anne's installation at the Borderie.

That event was the general topic of conversation; and Chanlouineau's
will was the subject of countless comments.

"Here is Monsieur Lacheneur's daughter with an income of more than
two thousand francs, without counting the house," said the old p