Then, as her husband said nothing, she mechanically went to the window--that window where she had inhaled with delight the incense of the entire town.

She perceived numerous groups below on the square, but she closed the blinds upon seeing some heads turn towards their house, for she feared that she might be hooted.

She felt quite sure that those people were speaking about them.
Indeed, voices rose through the twilight.

A lawyer was clamouring in the tone of a triumphant pleader.

"That's just what I said; the insurgents left of their own accord, and they won't ask the permission of the forty-one to come back.