She went to the sideboard, took out the basket of fruit, and then you may be sure there was an exclamation that attracted the attention of all in the room.
"For mercy's sake!" she cried.

"Who has taken the canon's fruit ?" "Ah, yes, who ?" echoed Uncle Lucien, wheeling about, and laying his hand upon Napoleon's shoulder.

"Behold, Saveria! here is the culprit.

He has taken my fruit." Napoleon pushed away his uncle's hand.
"It is not so!" he said; but he grew pale as he spoke.

"I have not touched it." "But some one has.