"You will have guessed that already.

A poor girl, weeping in solitude, the daughter of a Huguenot, banned by the Church and sold to the devil! Could anything be more frightful ?" Nevertheless her grandmother said to her, "My child, it is not true; the sorcerer's charge is false.

He of good cheer, you are more lovely than ever." One gleam of hope had come to Franconnette; she hears that Pascal has defended her everywhere, and boldly declared her to be the victim of a brutal plot.

She now realised how great was his goodness, and her proud spirit was softened even to tears.

The grandmother put in a good word for Marcel, but the girl turned aside.