The sight of M. Jorancé stayed her threat. Unaware of Suzanne's presence at the Butte-aux-Loups, Jorancé had ceased to understand; and his suspicions, aroused by Philippe's imprudence, had become gradually allayed. At the last moment, when on the point of putting her irreparable accusation into words, Marthe hesitated. Her hatred was vanquished by the sight of the father's grief.
Moreover, just then, a diversion occurred to bring about an armistice, as it were, in the midst of the implacable conflict. Le Corbier had risen hurriedly from his seat and drawn back the tent-fly. A quick step was heard outside.
"Ah, there you are, Trébons!"
And he almost ran to fetch the young man in and plied him with questions:
"Did you speak to the prime minister? What did he say?"
M. de Trébons entered the tent. But, on catching sight of the Morestal family, he turned back:
"Monsieur le ministre, I think it would be better ..."
"No, no, Trébons. No one here is in the way ... on the contrary.... Come, what is it? Bad news?"
"Very bad news, monsieur le ministre. The French embassy in Berlin has been burnt down...."