This man was Chupin, the former poacher, whom M. de Sairmeuse had elevated to the position of head gamekeeper.
It was evident that something extraordinary had happened.
“What is it?” inquired the duke.
“They are coming!” cried Chupin; “they are already on the way!”
“Who? who?”
By way of response, Chupin handed the duke a copy of the letter written by Martial under Chanlouineau’s dictation.
M. de Sairmeuse read:
“My dear friend—We are at last agreed, and the marriage is decided. We are now busy in preparing for the wedding, which will take place on the 4th of March.”
The date was no longer blank; but still the duke did not comprehend.
“Well, what of it?” he demanded.