"I have seen him, and wept over him," was the reply. "Oh, Amelie!
great as is his offence, his crime, yes, I will be honest calling it
such,--no deeper contrition could rend his heart had he committed
all the sins forbidden in the Decalogue. He demands a court martial
to condemn him at once to death, upon his own self-accusation and
confession of the murder of the good Bourgeois."
"Oh, aunt, and he loved the Bourgeois so! It seems like a hideous
dream of fright and nightmare that Le Gardeur should assail the
father of Pierre Philibert, and mine that was to be!"
At this thought the poor girl flung herself upon the bosom of the
Lady de Tilly, convulsed and torn by as bitter sobs as ever drew
human pity.
"Le Gardeur! Le Gardeur! Good God! what will they do with him,
aunt? Is he to die?" cried she imploringly, as with streaming eyes
she looked up at her aunt.
"Listen, Amelie! Compose yourself and you shall hear. I was in the
Church of Notre Dame des Victoires when I received the tidings. It
was long before the messenger found me.
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