"Monsieur Florentin Cormier?"
"I am he."
And he asked him to come in.
"The judge desires to see you at his office."
Madame Cormier came from the kitchen in time to hear these few words, and if Florentin had not motioned to her to be silent, she would have betrayed herself. The words on her lips were:
"You came to arrest my son!" They would have escaped her, but she crushed them back.
"And can you tell me for what affair the judge summons me?" Florentin asked, steadying his voice.
"For the Caffie affair."
"And at what hour should I present myself before the judge?"
"Immediately."