"Leave her alone, thou false wretch, thou basest of all miscreants.

Touch her not, or--or--," and the poor Marquis strove in vain to rise from his chair to his daughter's help.

"Momont, Chapeau, Arthur--Arthur," he halloed.
"My daughter--my daughter, oh! my daughter!" No one, however, came to his aid, and Agatha, finding resistance to be in vain, suffered Denot to lead her into the house, without uttering another word.
Not the slightest resistance was made to Santerre and his men; he took possession of the chateau without a word even being said to stop him.
The servant girls hid themselves in the garrets, but were soon brought down again, and bade to set quiet in the hall, till their fate should have been decided on.

Momont attempted to conceal himself in the garden, but he was soon found and brought back again, and stationed among the women.

Chapeau was not seen at all, and even the little Chevalier was missing for a time, though he returned of his own accord before Santerre had been long in possession of the place.
Santerre seated himself with two of his officers in the largest of the salons, and ordered that the old Marquis should be brought before him.
He was rather perplexed as to what he should next do; his orders were to destroy everything--houses, property, and life; to spare neither age, sex, nor imbecility; and Santerre, undertaking the commission, had thought, in his republican zeal, that he would find no weakness in himself to militate against the execution of such orders.