"It must not be known what he did to me," Charley said to the muttering and weeping old woman.

He caught her shoulder with his hand, for she seemed scarcely to heed.
She nodded.

"Yes, yes, M'sieu', I will never speak." Rosalie was standing in the door.

"Go quickly, Mademoiselle," he said.

She disappeared with the iron cross, and flying across the street, thrust it inside the post-office, then ran to the house of the Notary..