Such a shock might kill the poor child." But Agathe woke up and came down half-dressed; for the evasive answers of Gritte, whom she questioned, had disturbed both her head and heart.
She found Madame Hochon, looking very pale, with her eyes full of tears, at one of the windows of the salon beside her husband.
"Courage, my child.

God sends us our afflictions," said the old lady.
"Joseph is accused--" "Of what ?" "Of a bad action which he could never have committed," answered Madame Hochon.
Hearing the words, and seeing the lieutenant of gendarmes, who at this moment entered the room accompanied by the two gentlemen, Agathe fainted away.
"There now!" said Monsieur Hochon to his wife and Gritte, "carry off Madame Bridau; women are only in the way at these times.

Take her to her room and stay there, both of you.

Sit down, gentlemen," continued the old man.

"The mistake to which we owe your visit will soon, I hope, be cleared up." "Even if it should be a mistake," said Monsieur Mouilleron, "the excitement of the crowd is so great, and their minds are so exasperated, that I fear for the safety of the accused.