de Courtornieu! It was not until they were a mile or so from Sairmeuse that she was startled from her revery.
"Listen, Aunt Medea," she said, suddenly.

"Do you hear anything ?" The poor dependent listened.

Both occupants of the carriage heard shouts that became more and more distinct with each revolution of the wheels.
"Let us find out the meaning of this," said Mlle.

Blanche.
And lowering one of the carriage-windows, she asked the coachman the cause of the disturbance.
"I see a great crowd of peasants on the hill; they have torches and----" "Blessed Jesus!" interrupted Aunt Medea, in alarm.
"It must be a wedding," added the coachman, whipping up his horses.
It was not a wedding, but Lacheneur's little band, which had been augmented to the number of about five hundred.

Lacheneur should have been at the Croix d'Arcy two hours before.