This was such a strange assertion that his listeners could not repress a
smile. He did not seem to notice it, however.

"It was loaned me," he continued, "in order that I might bring some
great news here the quicker."

Fear resumed possession of the peasantry.

"Is the enemy in the city?" anxiously inquired some of the more timid.

"Yes; but not the enemy you refer to. This is the former lord of the
manor, the Duc de Sairmeuse."

"Ah! they said he was dead."

"They were mistaken."

"Have you seen him?"

"No, I have not seen him, but someone else has seen him for me, and has
spoken to him. And this someone is Monsieur Laugeron, the proprietor of
the Hotel de France at Montaignac. I was passing the house this morning,
when he called me. 'Here, old man,' he said, 'do you wish to do me a
favor?' Naturally I replied: 'Yes.' Whereupon he placed a coin in my
hand and said: 'Well! go and tell them to saddle a horse for you,
then gallop to Sairmeuse, and tell my friend Lacheneur that the Duc
de Sairmeuse arrived here last night in a post-chaise, with his son,
Monsieur Martial, and two servants.'"

Here, in the midst of these peasants, who were listening to him with