She was entering into possession of her Tuileries.

At one moment, however, as the uproar of voices became deafening, she seemed to recollect something, and quitting her seat she whispered in Aristide's ear: "And Silvere ?" The young man started with surprise at the question.
"He is dead," he replied, likewise in a whisper.

"I was there when the gendarme blew his brains out with a pistol." Felicite in her turn shuddered.

She opened her mouth to ask her son why he had not prevented this murder by claiming the lad; but abruptly hesitating she remained there speechless.

Then Aristide, who had read her question on her quivering lips, whispered: "You understand, I said nothing--so much the worse for him! I did quite right.