Suddenly they fastened on the little group of which Judge Carcasson was the centre.

He had stopped his horses almost beside them.
"Ah!" he said, "ah!" as his eyes rested on the Judge.

"Ah!" he again exclaimed, as the glance ran from the Judge to Sebastian Dolores.

"Ah, mercy of God!" he added, in a voice which had both a low note and a high note-deep misery and shrill protest in one.

Then he seemed to choke, and words would not come, but he kept looking, looking at Sebastian Dolores, as though fascinated and tortured by the sight of him.
"What is it, Jean Jacques ?" asked the little Clerk of the Court gently, coming forward and laying a hand on the steaming flank of a spent and trembling pony.
As though he could not withdraw his gaze from Sebastian Dolores, Jean Jacques did not look at M.Fille; but he thrust out the long whip he carried towards the father of his vanished Carmen and his Zoe's grandfather, and with the deliberation of one to whom speaking was like the laceration of a nerve he said: "Zoe's run away--gone--gone!" At that moment Louis Charron, his cousin, at whose house Gerard Fynes had lodged, came down the street galloping his horse.