“Battard is ready to defend him. He’s coming at five o’clock with Hamel. I’m going out to think over my last instructions to them in the open air.”
“You don’t want me to go with you?”
“No, little girl. Don’t worry about me. I’ll work while I’m walking. We haven’t time for burying our dead. The living need us.”
“Well, then, I’ll go to the gaol and do my part there.”
“Yes, you can tell the sad news to him.”
“Poor Maurice, how he will suffer!”
“Less than we do.”
“Oh, no, father. As much as we do, and more than we do. He will reproach himself.”
“He may well do so. Hubert is gone because of him.”
“Exactly, father. We cry, you and I, without self-reproach. Shall I say nothing to him for you?”