The baron paused, greatly surprised; Martial, with that air of ingenuousness which he knew so well how to assume, and in an almost brusque tone, said: "I hope, Monsieur, that you will excuse me for having followed you, when you hear what I have to say.

I am not of your party; I loathe what you adore; but I have none of the passion nor the malice of your enemies.
For this reason I tell you that if I were in your place I would take a journey.

The frontier is but a few miles away; a good horse, a short gallop, and you have crossed it.

A word to the wise is--salvation!" And without waiting for any response, he turned and retraced his steps.
M.d'Escorval was amazed and confounded.
"One might suppose there was a conspiracy to drive me away!" he murmured.

"But I have good reason to distrust the disinterestedness of this young man." Martial was already far off.