Roused by much gossip and various rumors, the town of Issoudun expected a mortal combat between the two men, who, we must remark, mutually despised each other.
One morning, toward the end of November, Philippe met Monsieur Hochon about twelve o'clock, in the long avenue of Frapesle, and said to him:-- "I have discovered that your grandsons Baruch and Francois are the intimate friends of Maxence Gilet.

The rascals are mixed up in all the pranks that are played about this town at night.

It was through them that Maxence knew what was said in your house when my mother and brother were staying there." "How did you get proof of such a monstrous thing ?" "I overheard their conversation one night as they were leaving a drinking-shop.

Your grandsons both owe Max more than three thousand francs.

The scoundrel told the lads to try and find out our intentions; he reminded them that you had once thought of getting round my uncle by priestcraft, and declared that nobody but you could guide me; for he thinks, fortunately, that I am nothing more than a 'sabreur.'" "My grandsons! is it possible ?" "Watch them," said Philippe.