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THE WOMAN WHO SAW.
Up to the moment of her meeting with Charley, Rosalie Evanturel's life had been governed by habit, which was lightly coloured by temperament.
Since the eventful hour on Vadrome Mountain it had become a life of temperament, in which habit was involuntary and mechanical.

She did her daily duties with a good heart, but also with a sense superior to the practical action.

This grew from day to day, until, in the tragical days wherein she had secretly played a great part, she moved as in a dream, but a dream so formal that no one saw any change taking place in her, or associated her with the events happening across the way.
She had been compelled to answer many questions, for it was known she was in the tailor's house when Louis Trudel fell down-stairs, but what more was there to tell than that she had run for the Notary, and sent word to the Cure, and that she was present when the tailor died, charging M'sieu' with being an infidel?
At first she was ill disposed to answer any questions, but she soon felt that attitude would only do harm.

For the first time in her life she was face to face with moral problems--the beginning of sorrow, of knowledge, and of life.
In all secrets there is a kind of guilt, however beautiful or joyful they may be, or for what good end they may be set to serve.