His eyes ran from the woman to the man, and back again, and then with great courage he repeated his question: "Monsieur and mademoiselle, they are well--they are with you, I hope, madame ?" She looked at him in the eyes without flinching, and on the instant she was aware that he knew all, and that there had been talk with George Masson.

She knew the little man to be as good as ever can be, but she resented the fact that he knew.

It was clear George Masson had told him--else how could he know; unless, perhaps, all the world knew! "You know well enough that I have come alone, my friend," she answered.
"It is no place for Zoe; and it is no place for my husband and him together," she made a motion of the head towards the mastercarpenter.
"Santa Maria, you know it very well indeed!" The Clerk of the Court bowed, but made no reply.

What was there to say to a remark like that! It was clear that the problem must be worked out alone between these two people, though he was not quite sure what the problem was.

The man had said the thing was over; but the woman had come, and the look of both showed that it was not all over.
What would the man do?
What was it the woman wished to do?
The master-carpenter had said that Jean Jacques had spared him, and meant to forgive his wife.