His mother was distracted: we feared she would lose her reason altogether.
Madeleine devoted herself to her like an angel; neighbors were full of compassion--those of our own persuasion, I mean; for the Catholics mocked her and said, "Go seek him in the Jews' quarter.

The Jew baker's daughter has, doubtless, made him into pies.

Go seek him in their secret assemblies--in their cellars--in their slaughter-houses--doubtless they are fattening him for their Passover." Conceive the anguish of the mother.
At length she found he was not dead.

Her heart leaped for joy.

But when she found how the case stood with him, she was ready to wish him dead and numbered among the little children that follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth.