At last Marcel made himself heard.
His good comrades and friends were to divide into five sections, and hasten at once to Varenac, Kérnak, and other villages around.
In all these villages the tree of liberty was to be planted, and death to the aristos proclaimed.
For himself he had a little business of importance to undertake, but would join them at Varenac shortly.
They would soon have plenty of amusement.
A burst of enthusiasm greeted these orders. The Marseillaise, started in a shrill falsetto, was echoed by fifty lusty throats.
It was in the midst of the din that Marcel Trouet, with Bertrand at his side, hurried off in the direction of the Manor of Varenac.
The trusted agent of the Committee of Public Safety had something to say to a ci-devant Marquis and member of a certain London Corresponding Club.
The thought of the meeting appeared to cause the little man the liveliest excitement and anger.
But never mind! never mind!