He was neither looking back nor looking forward, but living in his dramatic theme from day to day, and wondering if, after all, this movement, by some joyful, extravagant chance, might not carry him on even to the chambers of the Tuileries.
From the first day that he had gathered these peasants about him, had convinced, almost against their will, the wise men of the village, this fanciful exploit had been growing a deep reality to him.

He had convinced himself; he felt that he could, in a larger sphere, gather thousands about him where he now gathered scores--with a good cause.
Well, was his cause not good, he asked himself?
There were others to whom this growing reality was painful.

The young Seigneur was serious enough about it, and more than once, irritated and perturbed, he sought Madame Chalice; but she gave him no encouragement, remarking coldly that Monsieur Valmond probably knew very well what he was doing, and was weighing all consequences.
She had become interested in a passing drama, and De la Riviere's attentions produced no impression on her, and gave her no pleasure.

They were, however, not obtrusive.

She had seen much of him two years before; he had been a good friend of her husband.