〃They　are　coquettish　these　scented　dames；〃he　mocked；　as　he　poured
  himself　out　some　wine。　　〃You　are　not　drinking　Caron。〃
  〃It　is　perhaps　wise　that　one　of　us　should　remain　sober；〃　answered
  the　Deputy　quietly；　for　in　spite　of　a　certain　sympathy　with　the
  feelings　by　which　Charlot　was　actuated；　he　was　in　dead　antipathy
  to　this　baiting　of　women　that　seemed　toward。
  Charlot　made　no　answer。　　He　drained　his　goblet　and　set　it　down　with
  a　bang。　　Then　he　flung　himself　into　a　chair；　and　stretching　out　his
  long；　booted　legs　he　began　to　hum　the　refrain　of　the　〃Marseillaise。〃
  Thus　a　few　moments　went　by。　　Then　there　came　a　sound　of　steps　upon
  the　creaking　stairs；　and　the　gruff　voice　of　the　soldier　urging　the
  ladies　to　ascend　more　speedily。
  At　last　the　door　opened　and　two　women　entered；　followed　by　Guyot。
  Charlot　lurched　to　his　feet。
  〃You　have　come；　Mesdames；〃　said　he；　forgetting　the　mode　of　address
  prescribed　by　the　Convention；　and　clumsily　essaying　to　make　a　leg。
  〃Be　welcome！　　Guyot；　go　to　the　devil。〃
  For　a　moment　or　two　after　the　soldier's　departure　the　women　remained
  in　the　shadow；　then；　at　the　Captain's　invitation；　which　they　dared
  not　disobey；　they　came　forward　into　the　halo　of　candle…light。
  Simultaneously　La　Boulaye　caught　his　breath；　and　took　a　step　forward。
  Then　he　drew　back　again　until　his　shoulders　touched　the　overmantel
  and　there　he　remained；　staring　at　the　newcomers；　who　as　yet；　did　not
  appear　to　have　observed　him。
  They　wore　no　headgear；　and　their　scarfs　were　thrown　back　upon　their
  shoulders；　revealing　to　the　stricken　gaze　of　La　Boulaye　the
  countenances　of　the　Marquise　de　Bellecour　and　her　daughter。
  And　now；　as　they　advanced　into　the　light；　Charlot　recognised　them
  too。　　In　the　act　of　offering　a　chair　he　stood；　arrested；　his　eyes
  devouring　first　one；　then　the　other　of　then；　with　a　glance　that
  seemed　to　have　grown　oddly　sobered。　　The　flush　died　from　his　face；
  and　his　lips　twitched　like　those　of　a　man　who　seeks　to　control　his
  emotions。　　Then　slowly　the　colour　crept　back　into　his　cheeks；　a　curl
  of　mockery　appeared　on　the　coarse　mouth；　and　the　eyes　beamed　evilly。
  They　tense　silence　was　broken　by　the　bang　with　which　he　dropped　the
  chair　he　had　half　raised。　　As　he　leaned　forward　now；　La　Boulaye　read
  in　his　face　the　thought　that　had　leapt　into　the　Captain's　mind；　and
  had　it　been　a　question　of　any　woman　other　than　Zuzanne　de　Bellecour；
  the　Deputy　might　have　indulged　in　the　consideration　of　what　a
  wonderful　retribution　was　there　here。　　Into　the　hands　of　the　man
  whose　bride　the　Marquis　de　Bellecour　had　torn　from　him　were　now
  delivered　by　a　wonderful　chance　the　wife　and　daughter　of　that　same
  Bellecour。　　And　at　Boisvert　this　briganding　Captain　was　as　much
  to…night　the　lord　of　life　and　death；　and　all　besides；　as　had　been
  the　Marquis　of　Bellecour　of　old。　　But　he　pondered　not　these　things；
  for　all　that　the　stern　irony　of　the　coincidence　did　not　escape　him。
  That　evil　look　in　Charlot's　eyes；　that　sinister　smile　on　Charlot's
  lips；　more　than　suggested　what　manner　of　vengeance　the　Captain　would
  exact　…　and　that；　for　the　time；　was　matter　enough　to　absorb　the
  Deputy's　whole　attention。
  And　the　women　did　not　see　him。　　They　were　too　much　engrossed　in　the
  figure　fronting　them；　and　agonisedly；　with　cheeks　white　and　bosoms
  heaving；　they　waited；　in　their　dread　suspense。　　At　last；　drawing
  himself　to　the　full　of　his　stalwart　height；　the　Captain　laughed
  grimly　and　spoke。
  〃Mesdames；〃　said　he；　his　very　tone　an　insult　in　its　brutal　derision；
  〃we　Republicans　have　abolished　God；　and　until　tonight　I　have　held
  the　Republic　right；　arguing　that　if　a　God　there　was；　His　leanings
  must　be　aristocratic；　since　He　never　seemed　to　concern　Himself　with
  the　misfortunes　of　the　lowly…born。　　But　tonight；　mesdames；　I　know
  that　the　Republic　is　at　fault。　　There　is　a　God　…　a　God　of　justice　and
  retribution；　who　has　delivered　you；　of　all　people　in　the　world；　into
  my　hands。　　Look　on　me　well；　Ci…devant　Marquise　de　Bellecour；　and　you；
  Mademoiselle　de　Bellecour。　　Look　in　my　face　and　see　if　you　know　me
  again。　　Not　you。　　You　never　heeded　me　as　you　rode　by　in　those　proud
  days。　　But　heard　you　ever　tell　of　one　Charlot　Tardivet；　a　base　vassal
  whose　wife　your　husband；　Madame；　and　your　father；　Mademoiselle；　took
  from　him　on　his　bridal　morn？　　　Heard　you　ever　tell　of　that　poor　girl
  …　one　Marie　Tardivet　…　who　died　of　grief　as　a　consequence　of　that
  brutality？　　　But　no；　such　matters　were　too　trivial　for　your　notice
  if　you　saw　them；　or　for　your　memory　if　you　ever　heard　tell　of　them。
  What　was　the　life　of　a　peasant　more　than　that　of　any　other　animal　of
  the　land；　that　the　concern　of　it　should　perturb　the　sereneness　of
  your　aristocratic　being？　　Mesdames；　that　Charlot　Tardivet　am　I；　that
  Marie　Tardivet　was　my　wife。　　I　knew　not　whom　you　were　when　I　bade
  you　sup　at　my　table　but　now　that　I　know　it　…　what　do　you　look　for　at
  my　hands？〃
  It　was　the　Marquise　who　answered　him。　　She　was　deathly　pale；　and　her
  words　came　breathlessly：　for　all　that　their　import　was　very　bold。
  〃We　look　for　the　recollection　that　we　are　women　and　unless　you　are
  as　cowardly　as　…　〃
  〃Citoyenne；〃he　broke　in　harshly；　answering　her　as　he　had　answered
  La　Boulaye；　〃was　my　wife　less　a　woman　think　you？　　　Pah！　　There　is
  yet　another　here　who　was　wronged；〃　he　announced；　and　he　waved　his
  hand　in　the　direction　of　La　Boulaye；　who　stood；　stiff　and　pale；　by
  the　hearth。
  The　women　turned；　and　at　sight　of　the　Deputy　a　cry　escaped　Suzanne。
  It　was　a　cry　of　hope；　for　here　was　one　who　would　surely　lend　them
  aid。　　It　was　a　fact；　she　thought；　upon　which　the　Captain　had　not
  counted。　　But　La　Boulaye　stood　straight　and　cold；　and　not　by　so　much
  as　an　inclination　of　the　head　did　he　acknowledge　that　grim
  introduction。　　Charlot；　mistaking　Mademoiselle's　exclamation；
  laughed　softly。
  〃Well　may　you　cry　out；　Citoyenne；〃said　he；　〃for　him　I　see　you
  recognise。　　He　is　the　man　who　sought　to　rescue　my　wife　from　the
  clutches　of　your　lordly　and　most　noble　father。　　For　his　pains　he
  was　flogged　until　they　believed　him　dead。　　Is　it　not　very　fitting
  that　he　should　be　with　me　now　to　receive　you？〃
  〃But　he；　at　least；　is　in　my　debt；〃　cried　Mademoiselle；　now　making　a
  step　forward；　and　sustained　by　an　excitement　born　of　hope。　　〃Whatever
  may　be　my　father's　sins；　M。　la　Boulaye；　at　least；　will　not　seek　to
  visit　them　upon　the　daughter；　for　he　owes　his　life　to　me；　and　he
  will　not　forget　the　debt。〃
  Charlot's　brows　were　suddenly　knit　with　vexation。　　He　half…turned　to
  La　Boulaye；　as　if　to　speak；　but　ere　he　could　utter　a　word　…
  〃The　debt　has　been　paid；　Citoyenne；〃　said　Caron　impassively。
  Before　that　cold　answer；　so　coldly　delivered；　Mademoiselle　recoiled。
  〃Paid！〃　she　echoed　mechanically。
  〃Aye；　paid；〃he　rejoined。　　〃You　claimed　your　brother's　life　in
  payment；　and　I　gave　it　to　you。　　Do　you　not　think　that　we　are　quits？
  Besides；〃　he　ended　suddenly；　〃Captain　Tardivet　is　the　master　here。
  Address　your　appeals　to　him；　Citoyenne。〃
  With　terror　written　on　her　face；　she　turned　from　him　to　meet　the
  flushed　countenance　of　Charlot；　who；　with　arms　akimbo　and　his　head
  on　one　side；　was　regarding　her　at　once　with　mockery　and　satisfaction。
  〃What　do　you　intend　by　us；　Monsieur？〃　she　questioned　in　a　choking
  voice。
  He　smiled　inscrutably。
  〃Allay　your　fears；　Citoyenne；　you　will　find　me　very　gentle。〃
  〃I　knew　you　would　prove　generous；〃she　cried。
  〃But；　yes；　Citoyenne；〃he　rejoined；　in　the　tones　we　employ　to　those
  who　fear　unreasonably。　　〃I　shall　prove　generous；　as　generous　as　…　as
  was　my　lord　your　father。〃
  La　Boulaye　trembled；　but　his　face　remained　calmly　expressionless　as
  he　watched　that　grim　scene。
  〃Monsieur！〃　Suzanne　cried　out　in　horror。
  〃You　will　not　dare；　you　scum！〃　blazed　the　Marchioness。
  Charlot　shrugged　his　shoulders　and　laughed；　whereupon　Madame　de
  Bellecour　seemed　to　become　a　being　transformed。　　Her　ample　flesh；
  which　but　a　moment　back　had　quivered　in　fear；　quivered　now　more
  violently　still　in　anger。　　The　colour　flowed　back　into　her　cheeks
  until　they　flamed　an　angry　crimson；　and　her　vituperations　rang　in
  so　loud　and　fierce　a　voice　that　at　last；　putting　his　hands　to　his
  ears；　Charlot　crossed　to　the　door。
  〃Silence！〃　he　roared　at　her；　so　savagely　that　her　spirit　forsook
  her　on　the　instant。　　〃I　will　put　an　end　to　this；〃　he　swore；　as　he
  opened　the　door。　　〃Hold　there！　　Is　Guyot　below？〃
  〃Here；　Captain；〃came　a　voice。
  Charlot　retraced　his　steps；　leaving　the　door　wide；　his　eyes　dwelling
  upon　Suzanne　until　she　shrank　under　its　gaze；　as　she　might　have　done
  from　the　touch　of　some　unclean　thing。　　She　drew　near　to　her　mother；
  in　whom　the　brief　paroxysm　of　rage　was　now　succeeded　by　a　no　less
  violent　paroxysm　of　weeping。　　On　the　stairs　sounded　Guyot's　ascending
  steps。
  〃Mother；〃　whispered　Suzanne；　setting　her　arms　about　her　in　a　vain
  attempt　to　comfort。　　Then　she　heard　Charlot's　voice　curtly　bidding
  Guyot　to　reconduct　the　Marquise　to　her　carriage。
  Madame　de　Bellecour　heard　it　also；　and　roused　herself　once　more。
  〃I　will　not　go；〃she　stormed；　anger　flashing　again　from　the　tear…laden
  eyes。　　〃I　will　not　leave　my　daughter。〃
  Charlot　shrugged　his　shoulders　callously。
  〃Take　her　away；　Guyot；〃he　said；　shortly；　and　the　sturdy　soldier
  obeyed　him