"No, Courtin, I shall carry her off!"
"Where?"
"To Banl[oe]uvre; where we shall make some plan to get away together."
"But will Mademoiselle Mary desert--"
Courtin stopped short; he was about to betray himself. But Michel was much too happy and excited to be distrustful.
"Mademoiselle Mary will not desert any one, my dear Courtin; we are to send Bertha in her place. Don't you see that I can't be the one to tell Bertha I do not love her?"
"Then who will tell her?"
"Don't trouble yourself about that, Courtin; somebody will tell her. Now, quick! saddle those horses!"
"Have you any horses here?"
"No, none of my own; but there are always horses, don't you understand, for those who travel for the good of the cause."