"So," said he, "you have released my men! Did Le Gros Guillem let them pass out of his hands for nothing?"
"I paid him the hundred livres," said Noémi, speaking with difficulty. Something was in her throat choking her.
"Then," said Ogier, "we owe him no debt?"
"None at all."
"And you are returning there—I mean to him—to the Church?"
"I go to see him again."
"What debt of gratitude we owe is to you—not to him?"
Noémi nodded.
"Then, let me say this: Do not stay at the Church."
"I am not going to stay there. I shall but say farewell to——" the girl hesitated, looked at the crippled Rossignol, at his crazy wife, and concluded her sentence in an undertone—"to him, and then away to Domme."