favors selfish schemes—­I don’t want to know if those young men are here,” he added, quickly, observing the abbe’s gesture, “but I wish to tell you that there is only one way to save them.  You know the law of the 6th Floreal, year X., which amnestied all the emigres who were still in foreign countries on condition that they returned home before the 1st Vendemiaire of the year XI., that is to say, in September of last year.  But the Messieurs Simeuse having, like the Messieurs d’Hauteserre, served in the army of Conde, they come into the category of exceptions to this law.  Their presence in France is therefore criminal, and suffices, under the circumstances in which we are, to make them suspected of collusion in a horrible plot.  The First Consul saw the error of this exception which has made enemies for his government, and he wishes the Messieurs Simeuse to know that no steps will be taken against them, if they will send him a petition saying that they have re-entered France intending to submit to the laws, and agreeing to take oath to the Constitution.  You can understand that the document ought to be in my hands before they are arrested, and be dated some days earlier.  I would then be the bearer of it—­I do not ask you where those young men are,” he said again, seeing another gesture of denial from the priest.  “We are, unfortunately, sure of finding them; the forest is guarded, the entrances to Paris and the frontiers are all watched.  Pray listen to me; if these gentlemen are between the forest and Paris they must be taken; if they are in Paris they will be found; if they retreat to the frontier they will still be arrested.  The First Consul likes the ci-devants, and cannot endure the republicans—­simple enough; if he wants a throne he must needs strangle Liberty.  Keep the matter a secret between us.  This is what I will do; I will stay here till to-morrow and be blind; but beware of the agent; that cursed Provencal is the devil’s own valet; he has the ear of Fouche just as I have that of the First Consul.”

“If the Messieurs Simeuse are here,” said the abbe, “I would give ten pints of my blood and my right arm to save them; but if Mademoiselle de Cinq-Cygne is in the secret she has not—­and this I swear on my eternal salvation—­betrayed it in any way, neither has she done me the honor to consult me.  I am now very glad of her discretion, if discretion there be.  We played cards last night as usual, at boston, in almost complete silence, until half-past ten o’clock, and we neither saw nor heard anything.  Not a child can pass through this solitary valley without the whole community knowing it, and for the last two weeks no one has come from other places.  Now the d’Hauteserre and the Simeuse brothers would make a party of four.  Old d’Hauteserre and his wife have submitted to the present government, and they have made all imaginable efforts to persuade their sons to return to France; they wrote to them again yesterday.  I can only say, upon my soul and conscience, that your visit has alone shaken my firm belief that these young men are living in Germany.  Between ourselves, there is no one here, except the young countess, who does not do justice to the eminent qualities of the First Consul.”