“Lieutenant Bertrand,” said he, “place sentinels at the gates and see that the young nobles do not re-enter the town, during the continuance of the fête.”
Then, turning to the crowd, “Am I not right, my friends?” said he.
“Vive M. Drouet! Vive la nation!” cried the people, with one voice.
A few cries of “Down with the nobles!” were heard, but they had no response. In fact, Drouet turned to whence those cries proceeded, and made a gesture of disapprobation.
The fête then continued as happily as if nothing had happened.
CHAPTER X.
TOUCHING MADEMOISELLE SOPHIE.
I have said how much my encounter with De Malmy seemed to affect my companion, but that might have been accounted for in three ways. First, her fear for herself; second, her fear for me; and lastly, perhaps, her fear for my adversary.
I had not forgotten what Father Gerbaut had said with regard to his daughter’s looking higher than her position warranted, and to the attention which she drew from the young gentlemen who put up at the “Bras d’Or,” some of whom were, no doubt, those with whom we had been in contest.