We left de Jars and Jeannin, roaring with laughter, in the tavern in the rue Saint Andre-
"What!" said the treasurer, "do you really think that Angelique thought I was in earnest in
my offer?--that she believes in all good faith I intend to marry her?"
"You may take my word for it. If it were not so, do you imagine she would have been in
such desperation? Would she have fainted at my threat to tell you that I had claims on
her as well as you? To get married! Why, that is the goal of all such creatures, and there
is not one of them who can understand why a man of honour should blush to give her
his name. If you had only seen her terror, her tears! They would have either broken your
heart or killed you with laughter."
"Well," said Jeannin, "it is getting late. Are we going to wait for the chevalier?"
"Let us call, for him."
"Very well. Perhaps he has made up his mind to stay. If so, we shall make a horrible
scene, cry treachery and perjury, and trounce your nephew well. Let's settle our score
and be off."
They left the wine-shop, both rather the worse for the wine they had so largely indulged
in. They felt the need of the cool night air, so instead of going down the rue Pavee they
resolved to follow the rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts as far as the Pont Saint-Michel, so as to
reach the mansion by a longer route.
At the very moment the commander got up to leave the tavern the chevalier had run out
of the mansion at the top of his speed. It was not that he had entirely lost his courage,
for had he found it impossible to avoid his assailant it is probable that he would have
regained the audacity which had led him to draw his sword. But he was a novice in the
use of arms, had not reached full physical development, and felt that the chances were
so much against him that he would only have faced the encounter if there were no
possible way of escape. On leaving the house he had turned quickly into the rue Git-le-
Coeur; but on hearing the door close behind his pursuer he disappeared down the
narrow and crooked rue de l'Hirondelle, hoping to throw the Duc de Vitry off the scent.
The duke, however, though for a moment in doubt, was guided by the sound of the
flying footsteps. The chevalier, still trying to send him off on a false trail, turned to the
right, and so regained the upper end of the rue Saint-Andre, and ran along it as far as
the church, the site of which is occupied by the square of the same name to-day. Here
he thought he would be safe, for, as the church was being restored and enlarged, heaps
of stone stood all round the old pile. He glided in among these, and twice heard Vitry
searching quite close to him, and each time stood on guard expecting an onslaught.