"One day," continued Louise, "the housekeeper went out after dinner, as was her custom; the clerks had left the office; they lodged elsewhere. M. Ferrand sent the porter on an errand; I remained in the house alone with my master; I was working in the ante-chamber; he rang for me. I entered his room; he was standing before the fireplace; I drew near; he turned quickly, and took me by the arm. I was alarmed. I ran into the ante-chamber, and shut the door, holding it with all my strength; the key was on his side." "You understand, sir. You hear," said Morel to Rudolph, "the conduct of this worthy benefactor." "At the end of a few moments the door yielded to his efforts," continued Louise. "I blew out the light--he called me. I made no answer. He then said, in a voice trembling with rage, 'If you resist, I will send your father to prison for the money he owes and cannot pay.' I begged him to have pity on me; promised to do everything I could to serve him, and show my gratitude, but I declared nothing could induce me to degrade myself." "Yes; this is the language of Louise," said Morel, "of my Louise, when she had the right to be proud. But now? Continue--continue." * * * * * * * "The next morning after this scene, in spite of the threats of my master, I came here and told my father all. He wished to make me leave the house at once--but there was the prison. The little that I earned was indispensable to the family, since the illness of my mother; and the bad character which M. Ferrand threatened to give me would prevent my seeking or obtaining another place for a long time, perhaps." "Yes," said Morel, with great bitterness, "we had the cowardice, the selfishness, to let our child return there. Oh! poverty, poverty! how many crimes it causes to be committed!" "Alas! father! did you not try all means to obtain the money? That being impossible, we had to submit." "Go on, go on, continue. Your parents have been your executioners; we are guiltier than you are," said the artisan, concealing his face in his hands.