"It would evidently be a great mistake!" was the general cry.
Martial reseated himself; Mlle. Blanche leaned toward him.
"You have done well," she murmured; "you know how to defend your
friends."
"Monsieur d'Escorval is not my friend," replied Martial, in a voice
which revealed the struggle through which he had passed. "The injustice
of the proposed measure incensed me, that is all."
Mlle. de Courtornieu was not to be deceived by an explanation like this.
Still she added:
"Then your conduct is all the more grand, Monsieur."
But such was not the opinion of the Duc de Sairmeuse. On returning to
the chateau some hours later he reproached his son for his intervention.
"Why the devil did you meddle with the matter?" inquired the duke. "I
would not have liked to take upon myself the odium of the proposition,
but since it had been made----"
"I was anxious to prevent such an act of useless folly!"
"Useless folly! Zounds! Marquis, you carry matters with a high hand. Do
you think that this d----d baron adores you? What would you say if you
heard that he was conspiring against us?"
"I should answer with a shrug of the shoulders.
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