The Seven Cardinal Sins: Envy and Indolence. Эжен Сю

run across the road, and enter a thicket which he had probably selected as a hiding-place."

      "And you think you would know this thicket?"

      "Unquestionably, madame. It is only about ten rods from the sign-post on the main road to the château."

      "What a distance it is, Jean François! Shall we never get there?"

      "It will take a quarter of an hour longer."

      "A quarter of an hour!" murmured the young mother. "Alas! so many things may happen in a quarter of an hour."

      Madame Bastien and her guide hurried on, though more than once the young woman was obliged to press both hands upon her breast to still the violent throbbing of her heart.

      "What time do you think it is, Jean François?" she asked a few minutes afterward.

      "Judging from the moon, I think it must be about seven o'clock."

      "And when we reach the edge of the forest we are near the thicket, you say?"

      "Not more than a hundred yards at most, madame."

      "You had better enter one side of the thicket, Jean François, and I will enter the other, and we will both call Frederick at the top of our voices. If he does not answer us," continued the young woman with an involuntary shudder, "if he does not answer us, we shall be obliged to continue our search, for we must not fail to find him."

      "Certainly, madame, but if you will take my advice you will not call M. Frederick."

      "But why not?"

      "We might give warning to the gamekeepers who are probably on the watch, for a bright moonlight night like this seems to have been made expressly for poachers."

      "You are right. But do you hear that?" she exclaimed, pausing and listening attentively. "It sounds like the ring of horse's hoofs."

      "It is, madame. It may be that the head gamekeeper is making his rounds. Now we have reached the edge of the forest, madame, we will take this short cut, for it will take us straight to the guide-post, only look out for your face, for there are so many holly-bushes."

      And more than once Marie's delicate hands were torn and lacerated by the sharp points of the holly-leaves, but she was not even conscious of it.

      "Those bullets, why did he want those bullets?" she said to herself. "But I will not allow myself to think of it. I should die of terror, and I need all my strength."

      Just then the sound of horse's hoofs, which had seemed to come from a long way off, rang out louder and louder, then ceased entirely, as if the animal had paused entirely or settled down into a walk to ascend a very steep hill.

      "It was only about twenty yards from here on the top of the hill that I saw M. Frederick enter that thicket on the edge of the road," said the farmer, pointing to a large clump of young oaks. "I will go around on the other side of the thicket, you can enter it on this side, so we cannot fail to find M. Frederick if he is still there. In case I meet him before you do, I shall tell him that you want him to give up his poaching at once, sha'n't I, madame?"