Bertha went toward the door; but on the threshold she met her sister and exchanged a few words with her in a low voice.
"Here is Mary," she said, turning back.
"Ah!" exclaimed the marquis; "did you hear the firing, my girl?"
"Yes, father," said Mary; "they are fighting."
"Where?"
"At the springs of Baugé."
"You are sure?"
"Yes; the shots came from the marsh."
"You see," said the marquis; "the news is precise. Who keeps the gate in your absence?"
"Rose Tinguy."