“I rang for Rose, who immediately appeared.  She had hardly entered the room, when the inspector made a motion, and two men whom I had not seen, hidden behind the door, sprang forward, seized her and tied her hands behind her back.

“I cried out in anger and tried to rush forward to defend her.  The inspector stopped me: 

“’This girl, madame, is a man whose name is Jean Nicolas Lecapet, condemned to death in 1879 for assaulting a woman and injuring her so that death resulted.  His sentence was commuted to imprisonment for life.  He escaped four months ago.  We have been looking for him ever since.’

“I was terrified, bewildered.  I did not believe him.  The commissioner continued, laughing: 

“‘I can prove it to you.  His right arm is tattooed.’

“’The sleeve was rolled up.  It was true.  The inspector added, with bad taste: 

“‘You can trust us for the other proofs.’

“And they led my maid away!

“Well, would you believe me, the thing that moved me most was not anger at having thus been played upon, deceived and made ridiculous, it was not the shame of having thus been dressed and undressed, handled and touched by this man—­but a deep humiliation—­a woman’s humiliation.  Do you understand?”

“I am afraid I don’t.”

“Just think—­this man had been condemned for—­for assaulting a woman.  Well!  I thought of the one whom he had assaulted—­and—­and I felt humiliated—­There!  Do you understand now?”

Madame Margot did not answer.  She was looking straight ahead, her eyes fastened on the two shining buttons of the livery, with that sphinx-like smile which women sometimes have.

ROSALIE PRUDENT

There was a real mystery in this affair which neither the jury, nor the president, nor the public prosecutor himself could understand.

The girl Prudent (Rosalie), servant at the Varambots’, of Nantes, having become enceinte without the knowledge of her masters, had, during the night, killed and buried her child in the garden.

It was the usual story of the infanticides committed by servant girls.  But there was one inexplicable circumstance about this one.  When the police searched the girl Prudent’s room they discovered a complete infant’s outfit, made by Rosalie herself, who had spent her nights for the last three months in cutting and sewing it.  The grocer from whom she had bought her candles, out of her own wages, for this long piece of work had come to testify.  It came out, moreover, that the sage-femme of the district, informed by Rosalie of her condition, had given her all necessary instructions and counsel in case the event should happen at a time when it might not be possible to get help.  She had also procured a place at Poissy for the girl Prudent, who foresaw that her present employers would discharge her, for the Varambot couple did not trifle with morality.