His condemnation, which had been a profound shock, had, in a manner, broken through, here and there, that wall which separates us from the mystery of things, and which we call life.

He gazed incessantly beyond this world through these fatal breaches, and beheld only darkness.

The Bishop made him see light.
On the following day, when they came to fetch the unhappy wretch, the Bishop was still there.

He followed him, and exhibited himself to the eyes of the crowd in his purple camail and with his episcopal cross upon his neck, side by side with the criminal bound with cords.
He mounted the tumbril with him, he mounted the scaffold with him.

The sufferer, who had been so gloomy and cast down on the preceding day, was radiant.