“Yes, I have been standing for some time,” Cecilia returned in a peculiar voice.
“Could they not find you a chair in the establishment?”
“They found one,” she said grimly, “and that was appropriated by the prisoner Dubois.”
“The prisoner Dubois!” thought Sir Robert. “It is well. We shall hear no more of Pierre.”
Two days before Christmas the prisoner Dubois underwent the extreme penalty of the law. Cecilia sat in her room all that day. She never quite made up her mind as to whether Pierre had been a lunatic or a fanatic, a martyr or a fiend, an inspired criminal or a perverted enthusiast. Perhaps he was a mixture of all.