The baroness stopped, as if her mouth refused to utter the words.
"Go on, mother!"
"You are none the less condemned--"
"Condemned to death; I know that."
"What! you know it, unhappy boy, and you stay here quietly?"
"I tell you, mother, that as long as I am with Courtin I'm quite safe."
"Then he has been kind to you, has he, that man?"
"He has been simply a second providence. He found me wounded and dying of hunger; he brought me home, and since then he has fed and hidden me."
"I must own I have distrusted him."
"Then you are wrong, mother."