“It is certainly very pretty here; but—I am afraid.”
“And of what, little one?”
She pointed to the statues, and all shuddering, she said,—
“In the evening, when it grows dark, I fancy they are moving. I think I see people hiding behind the trees, like the man who wanted to kill papa.”
“You ought to drive away those ugly notions, Miss Martha,” said M. Folgat.
But Dr. Seignebos did not allow him to go on.
“What, Martha? I did not know you were so timid. I thought, on the contrary, you were very brave. Your papa told me the night of the fire you were not afraid of any thing.”
“Papa was right.”
“And yet, when you were aroused by the flames, it must have been terrible.”
“Oh! it was not the flames which waked me, doctor.”