"Better tie him up with a garter, Elise, and get the old uncle back to
Ville Bambord. Trouble's coming. The game'll soon be up."
"What trouble?" she asked.
"Battle, murder, and sudden death," he answered, and passed on with a
sour laugh.
She slowly repeated his words, looked towards the Manor House, with a
strange expression, then went up to her little bedroom and sat on the
edge of the bed for a long time, where she had sat with Valmond. Every
word, every incident, of that night came back to her; and her heart
filled up with worship. It flowed over into her eyes and fell upon her
clasped hands. If trouble did come to him?--He had given her a new world,
he should have her life and all else.
A half-hour later, De la Riviere came rapping at the Cure's door. The sun
was almost gone, the smell of the hay-fields floated over the village,
and all was quiet in the streets. Women gossiped in their doorways, but
there was no stir anywhere. With the young Seigneur was the member of the
Legislature for the county. His mood was different from that of his
previous visit to Pontiac; for he had been told that whether the cavalier
adventurer was or was not a Napoleon, this campaign was illegal.
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