There were hurried leave-takings, and then, like a parcel of scuttling rabbits, they made for their burrows to hide from the huntsman that would not be long in coming.

And ere the last of them was out of sight there arose a stamping of hoofs and a chorus of angry voices.

Down tine street thundered the Marquis's cavalcade, brought back by the servant who had escaped and who had ridden after them.

Some anger there was--particularly in the heart of the Lord of Bellecour--but greater than their anger was their excitement at the prospect of a man-hunt, with which the chase on which they had been originally bent made but a poor comparison.
"There he is, Monseigneur" cried Jean, as he pointed to La Boulaye.

"And yonder are the girl and her husband." "Ah! The secretary again, eh ?" laughed the nobleman, grimly, as he came nearer.