“But what did you want to say to Hervé de Lanrivain?” the court asked; and she answered: “To ask him to take me away.”
“Ah—you confess that you went down to him with adulterous thoughts?”
“No.”
“Then why did you want him to take you away?”
“Because I was afraid for my life.”
“Of whom were you afraid?”
“Of my husband.”
“Why were you afraid of your husband?”
“Because he had strangled my little dog.”
Another smile must have passed around the courtroom: in days when any nobleman had a right to hang his peasants—and most of them exercised it—pinching a pet animal’s wind-pipe was nothing to make a fuss about.