Blanche, angrily; "hold your tongue!" She heard the sound of wheels, the tramp of horses' hoofs, blows of the whip, and oaths.
The wagons bearing the furniture and clothing belonging to M.Lacheneur were coming.

This noise Martial must have heard within the house, for he came out, and after him came M.Lacheneur, Jean, Chanlouineau, and Marie-Anne.
Everyone was soon busy in unloading the wagons, and positively, from the movements of the young Marquis de Sairmeuse, one would have sworn that he was giving orders; he came and went, hurrying to and fro, talking to everybody, not even disdaining to lend a hand occasionally.
"He, a nobleman, makes himself at home in that wretched hovel!" Mlle.
Blanche said to herself.

"How horrible! Ah! this dangerous creature will do with him whatever she desires." All this was nothing compared with what was to come.

A third wagon appeared, drawn by a single horse, and laden with pots of flowers and shrubs.
This sight drew a cry of rage from Mlle.

de Courtornieu which must have carried terror to Aunt Medea's heart.
"Flowers!" she exclaimed, in a voice hoarse with passion.