"What are you going there for?"
"To see her again."
"They will not allow you to enter."
"They will permit me to lie at the door, to live there, to sleep there. I will remain there till she comes out, and then at least I shall see her once more."
"Suppose some one promised to restore you your child?"
"What do you say?"
"I ask you, supposing a man were to promise to give you back your child, would you do what that man required of you in return?"
"Anything for my child! anything for my Héloïse!" cried the woman, wringing her hands in despair,—"Anything! anything! anything!"
"Listen," said the unknown. "It is God who now punishes you."
"And for what?"