"O dearest Charles, let me thank God for this on my knees as I have prayed to Him."
They all reverently bowed their heads and hearts. When she was again in his arms, he said to her:
"And now speak to your father, dearest. No other man in all this France could have done what he has done for me."
She laid her head upon her father's breast, as she had laid his poor head on her own breast, long, long ago.
He was happy in the return he had made her, he was recompensed for his suffering, he was proud of his strength.
"You must not be weak, my darling," he remonstrated; "don't tremble so.
I have saved him."
VII. A Knock at the Door
I have saved him." It was not another of the dreams in which he had often come back; he was really here. And yet his wife trembled, and a vague but heavy fear was upon her.
All the air round was so thick and dark, the people were so passionately revengeful and fitful, the innocent were so constantly put to death on vague suspicion and black malice, it was so impossible to forget that many as blameless as her husband and as dear to others as he was to her, every day shared the fate from which he had been clutched, that her heart could not be as lightened of its load as she felt it ought to be.