Fortunately, men who never doubted the reality of witchcraft, seldom conceived of it as touching those about them; and it was only slowly that Claude took in the meaning of the Syndic's suggestion, or discerned how perfectly it accounted for a thing otherwise unaccountable--the mysterious sway which the scholar held over the young girl.
But he reached, he came to that point at last; and his silence and agitation were more eloquent than words.

The Syndic, who had not shot his bolt wholly at a venture--for to accuse Basterga of the black art had passed through his mind before--saw that he had hit the mark; and he pushed his advantage.

"Have you noted aught," he asked, "to bear out the idea that he is given to such practices ?" Claude was silent in sheer horror: horror of the thing suggested to him, horror of the punishment in which he might involve the innocent.
"I don't know!" he stammered at last, and almost incoherently.

"I know nothing! Don't ask me! God grant it be not so!" And he covered his face.
"Amen! Amen, indeed," Blondel answered gravely.

"But now for the woman, over whom you said he had power ?" "I said ?" "Aye, you, a minute ago! Who is she?
Is she one of the household?
Come, young man, you must answer me," the Syndic continued with severity proportioned to the other's hesitation.