It flowed over into her eyes and fell upon her
clasped hands. If trouble did come to him?--He had given her a new
world, he should have her life and all else.
A half-hour later, De la Riviere came rapping at the Cure's door.
The sun was almost gone, the smell of the hay-fields floated over the
village, and all was quiet in the streets. Women gossiped in their
doorways, but there was no stir anywhere. With the young Seigneur was
the member of the Legislature for the county. His mood was different
from that of his previous visit to Pontiac; for he had been told that
whether the cavalier adventurer was or was not a Napoleon, this campaign
was illegal. He had made no move. Being a member of the Legislature,
he naturally shirked responsibility, and he had come to see the young
Seigneur, who was justice of the peace, and practically mayor of the
county. They found the Cure, the avocat, and Medallion, talking together
amiably.
The three were greatly distressed by the representations of the member
and De la Riviere. The Cure turned to Monsieur Garon, the avocat,
inquiringly.
"The law--the law of the case is clear," said the avocat helplessly.
"If the peace is disturbed, if there is conspiracy to injure a country
not at war with our own, if arms are borne with menace, if His
Excellency--"
"His Excellency--my faith!--You're an ass, Garon!" cried the young
Seigneur, with an angry sneer.
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