She prostrated herself before Urbain and burst into a torrent of tears.

Urbain raised his closely bound hands, and giving her his benediction, said, gently: 

“Go, Sister; I pardon thee in the name of Him whom I shall soon see.  I have before said to you, and you now see, that the passions work much evil, unless we seek to turn them toward heaven.”

The blood rose a second time to Laubardemont’s forehead.  “Miscreant!” he exclaimed, “darest thou pronounce the words of the Church?”

“I have not quitted her bosom,” said Urbain.

“Remove the girl,” said the President.

When the archers went to obey, they found that she had tightened the cord round her neck with such force that she was of a livid hue and almost lifeless.  Fear had driven all the women from the assembly; many had been carried out fainting, but the hall was no less crowded.  The ranks thickened, for the men out of the streets poured in.

The judges arose in terror, and the president attempted to have the hall cleared; but the people, putting on their hats, stood in alarming immobility.  The archers were not numerous enough to repel them.  It became necessary to yield; and accordingly Laubardemont in an agitated voice announced that the council would retire for half an hour.  He broke up the sitting; the people remained gloomily, each man fixed firmly to his place.

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