We will see to-morrow about conveying her to the lunatic asylum at Les Tulettes.

As for you, Macquart, you must leave this very night.

Swear to me that you will! I'm going to find Monsieur de Bleriot." He stammered as he spoke, and felt more eager than ever to get out into the fresh air of the streets.

Pascal fixed a penetrating look on the madwoman, and then on his father and uncle.

His professional instinct was getting the better of him, and he studied the mother and the sons, with all the keenness of a naturalist observing the metamorphosis of some insect.