"Oh, just the trial, but I thought you wanted to see it. For me, I always think it makes the execution more interesting if one has seen the trial also."
"Dangeau is back," said Rosalie irrelevantly.
Thérèse laughed loud.
"He has a fine welcome home," she said. "Well, are you coming, for I 've no mind to wait?"
"It is only the trial," said Rosalie vaguely. "Just a trial—and what is that? I do not care for a trial, there is no blood."
She laughed a little and rocked, cuddling what lay beneath her apron.
"Just a trial," she muttered; "but whose trial did you say?"
Thérèse lost patience. She stamped on the floor.
"What, again? What the devil is the matter with you to-day? Are you drunk?"
Rosalie turned her big head and looked at her cousin. They were standing close together, and her left hand, with its strong, stumpy fingers, closed like a vice upon the girl's arm.