But Moira caught him by the hands in an access of generosity.
"I render them to you, Monsieur. If Monsieur le Juge keeps silent, you may be sure that I shall do so."
"You are very good, Madame——"
"It is not your fault. You were not familiar with the studio as I was. And besides—you were doing your duty, while I—it was my life, my whole happiness, that was involved."
"And what can I do to repay you, Madame?" he asked.
"Find Monsieur Tricot!" she cried with spirit.
"And Monsieur Quinlevin?" asked the Judge quietly.
Moira glanced at them, then sank upon the couch and buried her head in her arms, but she did not reply. She could not. She had reached the end of her resources.
Monsieur Simon bent over and touched her kindly on the shoulder.
"You had better be going and getting some rest, Madame. If you will permit me. I am sure that Madame Simon will be glad if you will let me bring you to her."