“Just imagine!  He loves me like that!” she was saying to herself.  “Poor Jeannin!  When I remember how I used to hesitate.  How fortunate that Commander de Jars, one of the most vain and indiscreet of men, never babbled about me!  Yes, we must leave town to-morrow without fail.  I must not give him time to be enlightened by a chance word.  But the Duc de Vitry?  I am really sorry for him.  However, why did he go away, and send no word?  And then, he’s a married man.  Ah! if I could only get back again to court some day!...  Who would ever have expected such a thing?  Good God!  I must keep talking to myself, to be sure I’m not dreaming.  Yes, he was there, just now, at my feet, saying to me, ’Angelique, you are going to become my wife.’  One thing is sure, he may safely entrust his honour to my care.  It would be infamous to betray a man who loves me as he does, who will give me his name.  Never, no, never will I give him cause to reproach me!  I would rather——­”

A loud and confused noise on the stairs interrupted this soliloquy.  At one moment bursts of laughter were heard, and the next angry voices.  Then a loud exclamation, followed by a short silence.  Being alarmed at this disturbance in a house which was usually so quiet, Mademoiselle de Guerchi approached the door of her room, intending either to call for protection or to lock herself in, when suddenly it was violently pushed open.  She recoiled with fright, exclaiming—­

“Commander de Jars!”

“On my word!” said Quennebert behind the arras, “’tis as amusing as a play!  Is the commander also going to offer to make an honest woman of her?  But what do I see?”

He had just caught sight of the young man on whom de Jars had bestowed the title and name of Chevalier de Moranges, and whose acquaintance the reader has already made at the tavern in the rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts.  His appearance had as great an effect on the notary as a thunderbolt.  He stood motionless, trembling, breathless; his knees ready to give way beneath him; everything black before his eyes.  However, he soon pulled himself together, and succeeded in overcoming the effects of his surprise and terror.  He looked once more through the hole in the partition, and became so absorbed that no one in the whole world could have got a word from him just then; the devil himself might have shrieked into his ears unheeded, and a naked sword suspended over his head would not have induced him to change his place.

CHAPTER IV

Before Mademoiselle de Guerchi had recovered from her fright the commander spoke.

“As I am a gentleman, my beauty, if you were the Abbess of Montmartre, you could not be more difficult of access.  I met a blackguard on the stairs who tried to stop me, and whom I was obliged to thrash soundly.  Is what they told me on my return true?  Are you really doing penance, and do you intend to take the veil?”