They did not murmur at the change; their vanity was satisfied.
Louis XVIII. was on the throne; their prejudices were triumphant; they
were happy.
It is true that dissatisfaction was rife on every side, but had they not
hundreds and thousands of allies at hand to suppress it?
And when wise and thoughtful persons spoke of "discontent," the duke and
his associates regarded them as visionaries.
On the 4th of March, 1816, the duke was just sitting down to dinner when
a loud noise was heard in the vestibule.
He rose--but at that very instant the door was flung open and a man
entered, panting and breathless.
This man was Chupin, the former poacher, whom M. de Sairmeuse had
elevated to the position of head gamekeeper.
It was evident that something extraordinary had happened.
"What is it?" inquired the duke.
"They are coming!" cried Chupin; "they are already on the way!"
"Who? who?"
By way of response, Chupin handed the duke a copy of the letter written
by Martial under Chanlouineau's dictation.
M. de Sairmeuse read:
"My dear friend--We are at last agreed, and the marriage is decided.
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