'Who are you?' asked the deputy for the clergy of Évreux.
'She is called Gabrielle André,' answered Nicholas; 'can you do anything for her? She is worn out, faint, and ill.'
'Follow me,' said the curé; 'she shall have rest and refreshment in my lodgings; I know little Gabrielle well.'
Nicholas lifted the girl in his arms, held her very tight to his breast as he carried her, and did not deposit her till he had reached the priest's door.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
By the fire-side, after having partaken of some food, Gabrielle recovered.
Lindet insisted on giving up to her his room and bed, and on sitting through the night in the kitchen with Nicholas.
The darkness had set in, and the rain continued to fall. The streets were still in commotion, and the young man who was anxious to know what had become of Madeleine, sallied forth in quest of her. He found the whole town in disorder. Women and men, armed with pikes, hatchets and cudgels, pursued and insulted the body-guard, which had received orders not to retaliate. The drum rattling in every street summoned the national guard to the Place d'Armes. But many of the guards, unable to sympathise with the exasperation against the body-guard, fomented by Lecointre, withdrew to their homes.