"If he does not drink it, death to the poisoner of the poor!"
"Yes!—death to him! death to him!"
"Unhappy men!" cried Father d'Aigrigny, whilst his hair stood on end with terror; "do you mean to murder me?"
"What about all those, that you and your mate have killed, you wretch?"
"But it is not true—and—"
"Drink, then!" repeated the inflexible quarryman; "I ask you for the last time."
"To drink that would be death," cried Father d'Aigrigny.
"Oh! only hear the wretch!" cried the mob, pressing closer to him; "he has confessed—he has confessed!"
"He has betrayed himself!"[40]
"He said, 'to drink that would be death!'"