Guillaume alone questioned Madame Theodore.
"Ah! monsieur," she stammered, "who could ever have thought Salvat capable of such a thing, he who's so good and so humane?
Still it's true, since he himself has admitted it to the magistrate....

For my part I told everybody that he was in Belgium.

I wasn't quite sure of it, still I'm glad that he didn't come back to see us; for if he had been arrested at our place I should have lost my senses....

Well, now that they have him, they'll sentence him to death, that's certain." At this Celine, who had been looking around her with an air of interest, piteously exclaimed: "Oh! no, oh! no, mamma, they won't hurt him!" Big tears appeared in the child's eyes as she raised this cry.

Guillaume kissed her, and then went on questioning Madame Theodore.
"Well, monsieur," she answered, "the child's not old or big enough to work as yet, and my eyes are done for, people won't even take me as a charwoman.