"I heard all," said Jean Oullier.
Michel sighed and dropped his head.
"Noble hearts! both of you," said the Vendéan; "but you were right. It is a terrible task that poor child has set you. May God reward her devotion! As for you, when you feel that you are weakening, let me know, Monsieur de la Logerie, and you'll find out one thing, and that is, if Jean Oullier hates his enemies he can also love those he does love."
"Thank you," replied Michel.
"Come, come!" continued Jean Oullier, "no more tears; it isn't manly to cry. If necessary, I'll try to make that iron head, called Bertha, listen to reason; though I admit to you, in advance, it isn't easy."
"But in case she won't hear reason, there is one thing else you can help me in,--an easy thing."
"What is that?"
"To get myself killed."
Michel said it so simply that it was evidently the expression of his thought.
"Oh, oh!" muttered Jean Oullier; "he really looks, my faith, as if he'd do it." Then he added aloud, addressing the young man: "Well, so be it; if the necessity comes, we'll see about it."