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as Mademoiselle de Verneuil。 She is a /ci…devant/。 Don't I know 'em？ They all plied one trade before the Revolution； and any man could make himself a major； or a general in double…quick time； all he had to do was to say 'Dear heart' to them now and then。〃
While each soldier opened his compasses； as the commandant was wont to say； the miserable vehicle which was then used as the mail…coach drew up before the inn of the Trois Maures； in the middle of the main street of Alencon。 The sound of the wheels brought the landlord to the door。 No one in Alencon could have expected the arrival of the mail… coach at the Trois Maures； for the murderous attack upon the coach at Mortagne was already known； and so many people followed it along the street that the two women； anxious to escape the curiosity of the crowd； ran quickly into the kitchen； which forms the inevitable antechamber to all Western inns。 The landlord was about to follow them； after examining the coach； when the postilion caught him by the arm。
〃Attention； citizen Brutus；〃 he said； 〃there's an escort of the Blues behind us； but it is I who bring you these female citizens； they'll pay like /ci…devant/ princesses； therefore〃
〃Therefore； we'll drink a glass of wine together presently； my lad；〃 said the landlord。
After glancing about the kitchen； blackened with smoke； and noticing a table bloody from raw meat； Mademoiselle de Verneuil flew into the next room with the celerity of a bird； for she shuddered at the sight and smell of the place； and feared the inquisitive eyes of a dirty /chef/； and a fat little woman who examined her attentively。
〃What are we to do； wife？〃 said the landlord。 〃Who the devil could have supposed we would have so many on our hands in these days？ Before I serve her a decent breakfast that woman will get impatient。 Stop； an idea！ evidently she is a person of quality。 I'll propose to put her with the one we have upstairs。 What do you think？〃
When the landlord went to look for the new arrival he found only Francine； to whom he spoke in a low voice； taking her to the farther end of the kitchen； so as not to be overheard。
〃If the ladies wish；〃 he said； 〃to be served in private； as I have no doubt they wish to do； I have a very nice breakfast all ready for a lady and her son； and I dare say wouldn't mind sharing it with you； they are persons of condition；〃 he added； mysteriously。
He had hardly said the words before he felt a tap on his back from the handle of a whip。 He turned hastily and saw behind him a short； thick… set man； who had noiselessly entered from a side room；an apparition which seemed to terrify the hostess； the cook； and the scullion。 The landlord turned pale when he saw the intruder； who shook back the hair which concealed his forehead and eyes； raised himself on the points of his toes to reach the other's ears； and said to him in a whisper： 〃You know the cost of an imprudence or a betrayal； and the color of the money we pay it in。 We are generous in that coin。〃
He added a gesture which was like a horrible commentary to his words。 Though the rotundity of the landlord prevented Francine from seeing the stranger； who stood behind him； she caught certain words of his threatening speech； and was thunderstruck at hearing the hoarse tones of a Breton voice。 She sprang towards the man； but he； seeming to move with the agility of a wild animal； had already darted through a side door which opened on the courtyard。 Utterly amazed； she ran to the window。 Through its panes； yellowed with smoke； she caught sight of the stranger as he was about to enter the stable。 Before doing so； however； he turned a pair of black eyes to the upper story of the inn； and thence to the mail…coach in the yard； as if to call some friend's attention to the vehicle。 In spite of his muffling goatskin and thanks to this movement which allowed her to see his face； Francine recognized the Chouan； Marche…a…Terre； with his heavy whip； she saw him； indistinctly； in the obscurity of the stable； fling himself down on a pile of straw； in a position which enabled him to keep an eye on all that happened at the inn。 Marche…a…Terre curled himself up in such a way that the cleverest spy； at any distance far or near； might have taken him for one of those huge dogs that drag the hand…carts； lying asleep with his muzzle on his paws。
The behavior of the Chouan proved to Francine that he had not recognized her。 Under the hazardous circumstances which she felt her mistress to be in； she scarcely knew whether to regret or to rejoice in this unconsciousness。 But the mysterious connection between the landlord's offer （not uncommon among innkeepers； who can thus kill two birds with one stone）； and the Chouan's threats； piqued her curiosity。 She left the dirty window from which she could see the formless heap which she knew to be Marche…a…Terre； and returned to the landlord； who was still standing in the attitude of a man who feels he has made a blunder； and does not know how to get out of it。 The Chouan's gesture had petrified the poor fellow。 No one in the West was ignorant of the cruel refinements of torture with which the 〃Chasseurs du Roi〃 punished those who were even suspected of indiscretion； the landlord felt their knives already at his throat。 The cook looked with a shudder at the iron stove on which they often 〃warmed〃 （〃chauffaient〃） the feet of those they suspected。 The fat landlady held a knife in one hand and a half…peeled potato in the other； and gazed at her husband with a stupefied air。 Even the scullion puzzled himself to know the reason of their speechless terror。 Francine's curiosity was naturally excited by this silent scene； the principal actor of which was visible to all； though departed。 The girl was gratified at the evident power of the Chouan； and though by nature too simple and humble for the tricks of a lady's maid； she was also far too anxious to penetrate the mystery not to profit by her advantages on this occasion。
〃Mademoiselle accepts your proposal；〃 she said to the landlord； who jumped as if suddenly awakened by her words。
〃What proposal？〃 he asked with genuine surprise。
〃What proposal？〃 asked Corentin； entering the kitchen。
〃What proposal？〃 asked Mademoiselle de Verneuil； returning to it。
〃What proposal？〃 asked a fourth individual on the lower step of the staircase； who now sprang lightly into the kitchen。
〃Why； the breakfast with your persons of distinction；〃 replied Francine； impatiently。
〃Distinction！〃 said the ringing and ironical voice of the person who had just come down the stairway。 〃My good fellow； that strikes me as a very poor inn joke； but if it's the company of this young female citizen that you want to give us； we should be fools to refuse it。 In my mother's absence； I accept；〃 he added； striking the astonished inn… keeper on the shoulder。
The charming heedlessness of youth disguised the haughty insolence of the words； which drew the attention of every one present to the new… comer。 The landlord at once assumed the countenance of Pilate washing his hands of the blood of that just man； he slid back two steps to reach his wife's ear； and whispered； 〃You are witness； if any harm comes of it； that it is not my