"M. Fuselier, this is not the moment——"
The magistrate, dropping this line, again tackled Josephine on her relations with Loupart.
In a flash Josephine made up her mind. She would simulate innocence at all costs. With the craft of a consummate actress, she began in a low voice, which gradually rose and became impressive, insinuating:
"How pitiful it is to think that everyone bears a grudge against a poor girl who, some day in springtime, has given herself the pleasure of a lover! Is there any harm in giving oneself to the man who loves you? Who forbids it? No one but the priests, and they have been kicked out of doors!"
The magistrate could not help smiling, and Juve showed signs of amusement.
"But I am honest, and when I understand something of what was going on, I wrote to M. Juve. And what thanks did I get? Two bullet holes in my skin!"
M. Fuselier hesitated about turning his summons into a committal.