He entrusted Pierre with the key of the cart-shed, convinced as he was of the inexpediency of present resistance, but still desirous of sacrificing himself.
During this conversation, the marquis had whispered a few words in Felicite's ear with a knowing look.

He complimented her, no doubt, on her theatrical display.

The old woman could not repress a faint smile.
But, as Sicardot shook hands with Rougon and prepared to go, she again asked him with an air of fright: "Are you really determined to leave us ?" "It is not for one of Napoleon's old soldiers to let himself be intimidated by the mob," he replied.
He was already on the landing, when Granoux hurried after him, crying: "If you go to the mayor's tell him what's going on.

I'll just run home to my wife to reassure her." Then Felicite bent towards the marquis's ear, and whispered with discreet gaiety: "Upon my word, it is best that devil of a commander should go and get himself arrested.

He's far too zealous." However, Rougon brought Granoux back to the drawing-room.