A violent altercation was going on between the Marquis de Courtornieu and himself.
Each of these noble personages aspired to the leading role--the one which would be most generously rewarded, undoubtedly.

It was a conflict of ambitions and of wills.
It had begun by the exchange of a few recriminations, and it quickly reached stinging words, bitter allusions, and at last, even threats.
The marquis declared it necessary to inflict the most frightful--he said the most _salutary_ punishment upon the offender; the duke, on the contrary, was inclined to be indulgent.
The marquis declared that since Lacheneur, the prime mover, and his son, had both eluded pursuit, it was an urgent necessity to arrest Marie-Anne.
The other declared that the arrest and imprisonment of this young girl would be impolitic, that such a course would render the authorities odious, and the rebels more zealous.
As each was firmly wedded to his own opinion, the discussion was heated, but they failed to convince each other.
"These rebels must be put down with a strong hand!" urged M.de Courtornieu.
"I do not wish to exasperate the populace," replied the duke.
"Bah! what does public sentiment matter ?" "It matters a great deal when you cannot depend upon your soldiers.

Do you know what happened last night?
There was powder enough burned to win a battle; there were only fifteen peasants wounded.

Our men fired in the air.

You forget that the Montaignac militia is composed, for the most part, at least of men who formerly fought under Bonaparte, and who are burning to turn their weapons against us." But neither the one nor the other dared to tell the real cause of his obstinacy.
Mlle.