What a terrible public prosecutor she would make, eh ?" Thereupon Marie, exasperated by Pierre's smile, which seemingly indicated that he also thought her in the wrong, flew into quite a passion: "You are cruel, Guillaume!" she cried; "I won't be laughed at like this." "But you are losing your senses, my dear," exclaimed Francois, while Thomas and Antoine again grew merry.

"We were only urging a question of humanity, father and I, for we respect and love justice as much as you do." "There's no question of humanity, but simply one of justice.

What is just and right is just and right, and you cannot alter it." Then, as Guillaume made a further attempt to state his views and win her over to them, she rose trembling, in such a passion that she could scarcely stammer: "No, no, you are all too cruel, you only want to grieve me.

I prefer to go up into my own room." At this Mere-Grand vainly sought to restrain her.

"My child, my child!" said she, "reflect a moment; this is very wrong, you will deeply regret it." "No, no; you are not just, and I suffer too much." Then she wildly rushed upstairs to her room overhead.
Consternation followed.