At these two latter places, the cannon which Cathelineau had taken in so gallant a manner at St.Florent, was brought into action, and quite supported its character as a staunch royalist.

At Fontenay, with its aid, they took three or four other pieces of cannon, but none which they prized as they did Marie Jeanne.

It was universally credited among the peasantry, that at Cathelineau's touch, this remarkable piece of artillery had positively refused to discharge itself against the Vendeans; and their leaders certainly were at no pains to disabuse them of a belief which contributed so strongly to their enthusiasm.
Some of the more astute among the people had certainly thought for a while that the cannon was a humbug, that it was useless either to royalist or to republican, in fact, that it would never go off at all.
But these sceptics were cured of their infidelity at Thouars, when they saw the soldiers as well as the republicans of the town fall in heaps beneath the thunders of Marie Jeanne.
During April and the three weeks of May, Larochejaquelin and de Lescure, together with Cathelineau, Denot, and M.Bonchamps, were actively engaged in collecting and exhorting the people, planning what they should do, and preparing themselves to bear that burst of republican fury which they knew would, sooner or later, fall upon them.
Much of this time was spent at Clisson, as that place was centrically situated for their different manoeuvres; and there certainly appeared reason to suppose that Madame de Lescure was not altogether wrong in her surmises respecting Marie.

Here also, at Clisson, Cathelinean frequently joined the party, and though he shewed by his language and demeanour that he had not forgotten that he was a postillion, he gradually acquired a confidence and ease of manner among his new associates, and displayed a mixture of intelligence and enthusiasm, which induced his confederates generally to acknowledge his voice as the first in their councils.
They were occasionally at Durbelliere; but there Cathelineau was again abashed and confused.

He could not calmly endure the quiet loveliness of Agatha's face, or the sweet music of her voice.