Jacques ran to Adeline, shaking his fist at Dufresne. The latter tried to go out, but Sans-Souci barred his passage, crying:
"One moment, comrade; you have failed in respect to this young lady, and you don't get off like this."
"You are wrong," replied Dufresne, doing his utmost to conceal the perturbation which had seized him at sight of Jacques. "This lady is subject to attacks of hysteria; I hurried here in response to her cries; I came to help her. Let me go for her servants."
Sans-Souci was hesitating, he did not know what to think; but Jacques, struck by Dufresne's voice, had turned and was examining him carefully; he soon recognized him and shouted to Sans-Souci:
"Stop that villain; don't let him escape; it is Bréville,--that scoundrel who robbed me at Brussels! Ten thousand cartridges! he has got to pay me for that!"
"Aha! my comrade," said Sans-Souci, "you didn't expect to be recognized! It is disagreeable, I agree; but you have got to dance. Forward!"
Dufresne saw that it was impossible to escape by stratagem; his only resource was in flight. Jacques was still busy over Adeline, who had not recovered her senses; therefore there was only Sans-Souci to stop him; but Dufresne was stout and strong, Sans-Souci small and thin. He at once made up his mind; he rushed upon his adversary, whirled him about, threw him down before he had time to realize what was happening, and leaping over him, opened the door and descended the stairs four at a time. But Louise had accompanied Jacques and Sans-Souci to Villeneuve-Saint-Georges; they had come to invite Madame Murville to be one of a small party, which they were preparing for Guillot's birthday. On entering the courtyard and not finding the gardener, the farmer's wife had gone to the kitchen to learn where madame was; and Jacques and his companion were waiting at the foot of the stairs when they heard shrieks and hastened up to Adeline's assistance.
In his flight Dufresne encountered Louise, who was going up to the salon; he roughly pushed her aside, she stumbled and fell between his legs. While he was trying to disentangle himself, Sans-Souci, who had risen, and who was frantic at being worsted by the villain, ran up, armed with his knotted stick; he overtook Dufresne, and bestowed upon his head and shoulders a perfect hailstorm of blows, which he had not time to ward off. Thereupon he ran toward the garden, with Sans-Souci in pursuit; but Dufresne, who knew all the windings, succeeded in eluding his enemy. Coming to a wall along which there ran a trellis, he climbed over, jumped down into the fields, and fled toward Paris, cursing his misadventure.