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The Honor of the Name

Chapter 13
The Chateau de Courtornieu is, next to Sairmeuse, the most magnificent habitation in the
arrondissement of Montaignac.
The approach to the castle was by a long and narrow road, badly paved. When the
carriage containing Martial and his father turned from the public highway into this rough
road, the jolting aroused the duke from the profound revery into which he had fallen on
leaving Sairmeuse.
The marquis thought that he had caused this unusual fit of abstraction.
"It is the result of my adroit manoeuvre," he said to himself, not without secret
satisfaction. "Until the restitution of Sairmeuse is legalized, I can make my father do
anything I wish; yes, anything. And if it is necessary, he will even invite Lacheneur and
Marie-Anne to his table."
He was mistaken. The duke had already forgotten the affair; his most vivid impressions
lasted no longer than an indentation in the sand.
He lowered the glass in front of the carriage, and, after ordering the coachman to drive
more slowly:
"Now," said he to his son, "let us talk a little. Are you really in love with that little
Lacheneur?"
Martial could not repress a start. "Oh! in love," said he, lightly, "that would perhaps be
saying too much. Let me say that she has taken my fancy; that will be sufficient."
The duke regarded his son with a bantering air.
"Really, you delight me!" he exclaimed. "I feared that this love- affair might derange, at
least for the moment, certain plans that I have formed--for I have formed certain plans for
you."
"The devil!"
"Yes, I have my plans, and I will communicate them to you later in detail. I will content
myself today by recommending you to examine Mademoiselle Blanche de Courtornieu."
Martial made no reply. This recommendation was entirely unnecessary. If Mlle.
Lacheneur had made him forget Mlle. de Courtornieu that morning for some moments,
the remembrance of Marie-Anne was now effaced by the radiant image of Blanche.
 
 
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