I was overwhelmed by the thought.
I went trembling into Harmantier's little room, and said to him: "This is for the deserter; take it to him from me." "All right!" said he.
I asked him if he had confidence in Burguet. He shrugged his shoulders, and said: "We must have examples."
The stamping outside continued, and when I went out there was a great whistling in the balcony, the arch, and everywhere, and shouts of "Moses! hey, Moses! this way!"
But I did not turn my head, and went home very sad.
Sorlé handed me a summons to appear as a witness before the court-martial, which a gendarme had just brought; and till nine o'clock I sat meditating behind the stove, trying to think of some way of escape for the prisoner.
Sâfel was playing with the children; Zeffen and Sorlé had gone down to continue our sales.
A few minutes before nine I started for the townhouse, which was already so crowded that, had it not been for the guard at the door, and the gendarmes scattered within the building, the witnesses could hardly have got in.
Just as I got there, Captain Monbrun was beginning to read his report. Burguet sat opposite, with his head leaning on his hand.
They showed me into a little room, where were Winter, Chevreux, Dubourg, and the gendarme Fiegel; so that we didn't hear anything before being called.