"My father knows very well where he sent me; I was going to your house, Monsieur, and at his request." "To my house ?" "To your house, yes, Monsieur, to express our sincere regret at the scene which took place at the presbytery last evening." And without waiting for any response, Martial, with wonderful cleverness and felicity of expression, began to repeat to the father the story which he had just related to the daughter.
According to his version, his father and himself were in despair.

How could M.Lacheneur suppose them guilty of such black ingratitude?
Why had he retired so precipitately?
The Duc de Sairmeuse held at M.Lacheneur's disposal any amount which it might please him to mention--sixty, a hundred thousand francs, even more.
But M.Lacheneur did not appear to be dazzled in the least; and when Martial had concluded, he replied, respectfully, but coldly, that he would consider the matter.
This coldness amazed Chanlouineai; he did not conceal the fact when the marquis, after many earnest protestations, at last wended his way homeward.
"We have misjudged these people," he declared.
But M.Lacheneur shrugged his shoulders.
"And so you are foolish enough to suppose that it was to me that he offered all that money ?" "Zounds! I have ears." "Ah, well! my poor boy, you must not believe all they hear, if you have.
The truth is, that these large sums were intended to win the favor of my daughter.

She has pleased this coxcomb of a marquis; and--he wishes to make her his mistress----" Chanlouineau stopped short, with eyes flashing, and hands clinched.
"Good God!" he exclaimed; "prove that, and I am yours, body and soul--to do anything you desire.".