"You have the means to escape from this; denounce us!"
"I ought to do it, but I shall not; you know it well!"
"It is for this I have told you all. Now will you go?"
Martial tried to soften his mother; with a mellowed voice he said,
"Mother, I do not believe you capable of this murder."
"As you like, but go away."
"I will go on one condition."
"No conditions."
"You will place the children as apprentices far from this, in the provinces."
"They shall remain here."
"Come now, mother; when you have made them like Nicholas, Ambrose, father—what good will it do you?"