"Yes," he replied, "but if you will only come home, and if Jacot does not die, then I can bear the pain."
"His arm must be set without delay," said one of the spectators, "it is swelling."
"The boy must be taken to the hospital," observed another.
"No, oh no!" cried Raphael in agony, and holding his sister firmly, "I will stay with Madelaine, with my mother, and Jacot."
"Compose yourself," said Madelaine, "I will stay with you."
"That cannot be," interrupted the jailor, "you have not yet been examined, but your brother will not remain long here." Saying these words, he tried to disengage Madelaine from her brother. Raphael screamed, and tried with all his strength to hold her.
There was a murmur among the crowd; threatening words were spoken against the police. At this moment a gentleman came forward, and addressing Raphael in a kind voice, said, "Do not torment yourself, my child, you are only going to the hospital to have your arm set. If you do not like to remain there, you can return home. In a few hours your sister will be at liberty, and then she can remain with you; and I will go immediately to your mother and tell her all that has happened."
"But my bird?" said Raphael.
"I will take him a large bag of canary-seed," replied this good man.
Raphael's heart was relieved of a great burden; his features became calm, and in a voice of deep feeling, he said, "A thousand thanks, dear, good gentleman."