"Ah, sir! you, our savior," said the artisan, recognizing Rudolph; "aid me to prevent Louise from going. I do not know what is the matter with her, she makes me afraid; she wishes to go away. Is it not so, sir, that she must not return any more to her master? Did you not say, 'Louise shall quit you no more--this shall be your recompense'? Oh! at this delightful promise, I avow it, for a moment I have forgotten the death of my poor little Adele; but to be separated from you, Louise, never, never!" Rudolph felt himself overcome; be had not strength to utter a word. The officer said severely to Louise, "Are you Louise Morel?" "Yes, sir!" answered the young girl, amazed. Rudolph had opened the chamber of Rigolette. "You are Jerome Morel, her father?" added the magistrate addressing the artisan. "Yes, sir! but--" "Enter there with your daughter." And the magistrate pointed to the chamber of Rigolette, where Rudolph already was. Reassured by his presence, the artisan and Louise, astonished and troubled, obeyed; the officer shut the door, and said to Morel, with emotion, "I know your honesty and misfortunes; it is, then, with regret I inform you that, in the name of the law, I come to arrest your daughter." "All is discovered--I am lost!" cried Louise, throwing herself in the arms of her father. "What do you say? what do you say?" said Morel, stupefied. "Are you mad? why lost? arrest you! why arrest you? who will arrest you?" "I--in the name of the law!" and the officer showed his scarf. "Oh, unfortunate! unfortunate that I am!" cried Louise, falling on her knees. "How, in the name of the law?" said the artisan, whose mind began to wander; "why arrest my daughter in the name of the law? I answer for Louise, I--she is my daughter, my worthy daughter--is it not true, Louise? How arrest you, when our guardian angel restores you to us, to console us for the death of my little Adele? Come now! it cannot be! And besides, sir, speaking with respect, only criminals are arrested, do you understand--and Louise, my daughter, is not a criminal. Very sure, do you see, my child, this gentleman is mistaken. My name is Morel; there are more Morels than me. You are Louise--but there are more of the same name. That's it, you see, sir; there is a mistake!" "Unfortunately, there is no mistake! Louise Morel, say farewell to your father." "You carry away my daughter, will you?" cried the workman, furious from grief, and advancing toward the magistrate with a threatening air. Rudolph seized him by the arm, and said, "Calm yourself, and hope; your daughter shall be returned to you--her innocence shall be proved; she is doubtless not culpable." "Of what? she can be culpable of nothing. I would place my hand in the fire that"--then recollecting the gold that Louise had brought to pay the note, Morel cried, "But that money, that money, Louise?" and he cast on his daughter a terrible look.