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The Honor of the Name

Chapter 38
To disturb the merrymaking at the Chateau de Sairmeuse; to change the joy of the bridal-
day into sadness; to cast a gloom over the nuptials of Martial and Mlle. Blanche de
Courtornieu.
This, in truth, was all that Jean Lacheneur hoped to do.
As for believing that Martial, triumphant and happy, would accept the challenge of
Maurice, a miserable outlaw, he did not believe it.
While awaiting Martial in the vestibule of the chateau, he armed himself against the scorn
and sneers which he would probably receive from this haughty nobleman whom he had
come to insult.
But Martial's kindly greeting had disconcerted him a little.
But he was reassured when he saw the terrible effect produced upon the marquis by the
insulting letter.
"We have cut him to the quick," he thought.
When Martial seized him by the arm and led him upstairs, he made no resistance.
While they traversed the brightly lighted drawing-rooms and passed through the crowd of
astonished guests, Jean thought neither of his heavy shoes nor of his peasant dress.
Breathless with anxiety, he wondered what was to come.
He soon knew.
Leaning against the gilded door-post, he witnessed the terrible scene in the little salon.
He saw Martial de Sairmeuse, frantic with passion, cast into the face of his father-in-law
Maurice d'Escorval's letter.
One might have supposed that all this did not affect him in the least, he stood so cold and
unmoved, with compressed lips and downcast eyes; but appearances were deceitful. His
heart throbbed with wild exultation; and if he cast down his eyes, it was only to conceal
the joy that sparkled there.
He had not hoped for so prompt and so terrible a revenge.
Nor was this all.
 
 
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