Well, after sending Jacques over here, he went back as bold as possible into the middle of the republicans, before Santerre and all.
M.Denot was at his worst then.

He had hold of Mademoiselle Agatha, and was dragging her away from the Marquis, in spite of Santerre and the whole of them, when the Chevalier raises his stick, and strikes him across the face.

I warrant you he let go Mademoiselle's hand when he felt the sharp stick come across his eyes." "It must have been a horrid sight for Agatha," said Madame de Lescure.
"Oh! indeed it was, Madame.

Only fancy that traitor Denot going on in that way, right before her eyes all night, and no one to protect her but the little Chevalier; for when it got late M.Santerre threw himself on the floor, and slept and snored like a hog.

They say it was all for love, Mademoiselle.