And that we in trying to be beforehand with Bezers had been striving to save a scoundrel from his due.

It meant all that, as soon as we grasped it in the least.
"Madame," said Croisette gravely, after a pause so prolonged that her smile faded pitifully from her face, scared by our strange looks.
"Your husband has been some time away from you?
He only returned, I think, a week or two ago ?" "That is so," she answered, naively, and our last hope vanished.

"But what of that?
He was back with me again, and only yesterday--only yesterday!" she continued, clasping her hands, "we were so happy." "And now, madame ?" She looked at me, not comprehending.
"I mean," I hastened to explain, "we do not understand how you come to be here.

And a prisoner." I was really thinking that her story might throw some light upon ours.
"I do not know, myself," she said.

"Yesterday, in the afternoon, I paid a visit to the Abbess of the Ursulines." "Pardon me," Croisette interposed quickly, "but are you not of the new faith?
A Huguenot ?" "Oh, yes," she answered eagerly.