The explosions were repeated with still greater violence, and for a period of five minutes succeeded each other without cessation.
M.d'Escorval listened with knitted brows.
"That is not the fire of an engagement," he murmured.
To remain long in such a state of uncertainty was out of the question.
"If you will permit me, father," ventured Maurice, "I will go and ascertain----" "_Go_," replied the baron, quietly; "but if it is anything, which I doubt, do not expose yourself to danger; return." "Oh! be prudent!" insisted Mme.

d'Escorval, who already saw her son exposed to the most frightful peril.
"Be prudent!" entreated Marie-Anne, who alone understood what attractions danger might have for a despairing and unhappy man.
These precautions were unnecessary.

As Maurice was rushing to the door, his father stopped him.
"Wait," said he; "here is someone who can probably give us information." A man had just appeared around a turn of the road leading to Sairmeuse.
He was advancing bareheaded in the middle of the dusty road, with hurried strides, and occasionally brandishing his stick, as if threatening an enemy visible to himself alone.
Soon they were able to distinguish his features.
"It is Chanlouineau!" exclaimed M.Lacheneur.
"The owner of the vineyards on the Borderie ?" "The same! The handsomest young farmer in the country, and the best also.

Ah! he has good blood in his veins; we may well be proud of him." "Ask him to stop," said M.d'Escorval.
Lacheneur leaned over the balustrade, and, forming a trumpet out of his two hands, he called: "Oh! Chanlouineau!" The robust young farmer raised his head.
"Come up," shouted Lacheneur; "the baron wishes to speak with you." Chanlouineau responded by a gesture of assent.

They saw him enter the gate, cross the garden, and at last appear at the door of the drawing-room.
His features were distorted with fury, his disordered clothing gave evidence of a serious conflict.