“That’s well—that’s well; return to your dwelling.”
Which she did immediately, crying—
“My poor children!—my poor children! I shall no longer be a burden on you!”
Maître Frantz then turned towards the company, and said calmly—
“It was God’s will—who dares to deny the power of God?”
These words struck all present with admiration, and Coucou Peter himself was so overcome by what he had seen and heard, that, in his bewilderment, he could not move from his chair, and cried, in a tremulous voice—
“Master! I am not worthy to untie the strings of your shoes! Master! you are a great prophet, a true prophet! Have pity on your poor disciple Coucou Peter—a being sensual and full of defects—who has doubted you!”
The Anabaptist alone was unconvinced; he tore his skirts and left the room, crying—
“And in that day he raised up false prophets, who performed great prodigies and things astonishing, even to the seduction, if possible, of the elect themselves!”
But the crowd would not listen to him, and did not cease to praise Maître Frantz for the wonders he had accomplished.