Terrible as his sufferings must have been, there was no trace of it upon his noble face.
He had even repressed the smile of disdain which the duke's paltry affection in not giving him the title which belonged to him, brought to his lips.
But Chanlouineau sprang up at the same time, trembling with indignation, his face all aglow with anger.
"Remain seated," ordered the duke, "or you shall be removed from the court-room." Chanlouineau, nevertheless, declared that he would speak; that he had some remarks to add to the plea made by the defending counsel.
Upon a sign from the duke, two gendarmes approached and placed their hands upon his shoulders.

He allowed them to force him back into his seat though he could easily have crushed them with one pressure of his brawny arm.
An observer would have supposed that he was furious; secretly, he was delighted.

The aim he had had in view was now attained.

In the glance he cast upon the abbe, the latter could read: "Whatever happens, watch over Maurice; restrain him.

Do not allow him to defeat my plans by any outbreak." This caution was not unnecessary.