"Gauvain, the accused, your case has been heard. The court-martial, in the name of the Republic, by a majority of two against one—"
He broke off; he seemed to pause. Was he still doubtful whether to vote for death or for life? The audience was breathless. Cimourdain went on,—
"—condemns you to the penalty of death."
His face revealed the torture of an awful triumph. When Jacob in the darkness forced a blessing from the angel whom he had overthrown, he must have worn the same terrible smile.
It passed like a flash, however, and Cimourdain again became marble. He took his seat, replaced his hat on his head, and added,—
"Gauvain, you will be executed to-morrow at sunrise."
Gauvain rose, bowed, and said,—
"I thank the court."
"Remove the prisoner," said Cimourdain; and at a sign from him the door of the dungeon was reopened, Gauvain entered, and it closed behind him. Two gendarmes with drawn sabres were stationed on each side of the door.
Radoub, who had just fallen senseless, was carried away.