"You have not thought of the women and children, of the fathers and mothers who will suffer." "And your mother!" "Is one.

God forbid that I should save her at the expense of all! God forbid!" she wailed, as if she feared her own strength, as if the temptation almost overcame her.

And then laying her hand on his arm and looking up to him--his face was set so hard--"You will not do this!" she said.

"You will not do this! Could we be happy after?
Could we be happy with blood on our heads, and on our hands, and on our hearts! Happy, oh no! Claude, dear heart, dear husband, we cannot buy happiness so, or life so, or love so! We cannot save ourselves--so! We cannot play God's part--so!" "It is not we who do it," he answered stubbornly.
"It is we who may prevent it!" she answered, leaning more heavily on his arm, looking up to him more earnestly; with pleading eyes which it was hard to refuse.

"Would you, to save us, have betrayed Geneva ?" He groaned--she had moved him.