"And Bretagne in revolt?" asked Du Couëdic.
"No. I could not call that good news."
"Well, what is it then?" said Pontcalec.
"Monsieur de Chateauneuf has just ordered back to their barracks the hundred and fifty men who were under arms in the market-place, which had terrified everybody."
"Ah," said Montlouis, "I begin to believe it will not take place this evening."
At this moment the clock struck six.
"Well," said Pontcalec, "good news is no reason for our remaining thirsty; go and fetch our wine."
Christopher went out, and returned in ten minutes with a bottle.
The friends who were still at table filled their glasses.
"To Gaston's health," said Pontcalec, exchanging a meaning glance with his friends, to whom alone this toast was comprehensible.