He extended his arms, and pressed his beloved son convulsively to his heart, feeling that it might be for the last time.
"Farewell!" he faltered, "farewell!" Maurice soon rejoined his comrades, whose acclamations were growing fainter and fainter in the distance; but the baron stood motionless, overwhelmed with sorrow.
Suddenly he started from his revery.
"A single hope remains, Abbe!" he cried.
"Alas!" murmured the priest.
"Oh--I am not mistaken.

Marie-Anne just told us the place of rendezvous.
By running to Escorval and harnessing the cabriolet, we might be able to reach the Croix d'Arcy before this party arrive there.

Your voice, which touched Lacheneur, will touch the heart of his accomplices.

We will persuade these poor, misguided men to return to their homes.

Come, Abbe; come quickly!" And they departed on the run..