JOHN (still at the wicket)--"The captain of the tower will soon be here. I shall notify him of the danger there is in leaving you in the same cell with that witch, with whom you might enter into wicked machinations, you tonsured devil! But if you continue to scream, your flesh will be flayed!" (He withdraws from the wicket.) CANON LOYSELEUR (shaking his chains)--"Heathen! Criminal! Idolater! You will burn in hell!" JOAN DARC (beseechingly)--"Good Father, calm yourself; do not irritate that man. He will remove you from me, if you do. Oh, in my distress, it would be a great consolation to me to hear the word of a priest of our Lord. Do not withdraw your support from me." CANON LOYSELEUR (contritely)--"May God pardon me for having yielded to an impulse of anger! I would regret the act doubly if it were to cause these wicked men to separate me from you. (In a low voice and feigning to look toward the wicket with fear of being overheard) I have hoped to be useful to you--perhaps to save you--by my advice--" JOAN DARC--"What say you, good Father?" CANON LOYSELEUR (still in a low voice)--"I have hoped to be able to give you useful advice in the matter of the process that is to be instituted against you, and keep you from falling into the snares that those unworthy priests will surely spread before you. Those judges are simoniacal, they have been sold to the English. I hoped to be able to admit you to confession and to the ineffable happiness of communion, that you have probably been long deprived of." JOAN DARC (sighing)--"Since my captivity I have not been able to approach the sacred table!" CANON LOYSELEUR--"I have succeeded in concealing from the jailers some consecrated wafers. But so far from reserving the bread of the angels for myself alone, I wished to invite you to the celestial feast!" JOAN DARC (clasping her hands in pious delight)--"Oh, Father! Good Father! How thankful I shall be to you!" CANON LOYSELEUR (hurriedly, but in a still lower voice, and casting furtive glances hither and thither)--"Our moments are precious. I may be taken away from here any time. I know not whether I shall ever again see you, holy maid. Give me your full attention. Remember my advice. It may save you. You must know that to-morrow, perhaps to-day, you will be arraigned before an ecclesiastical tribunal on the charges of heresy and witchcraft." JOAN DARC--"The English who brought me hither a prisoner have announced the tribunal to me. I am to be condemned." CANON LOYSELEUR--"The threat is not idle. Yesterday my jailer said to me: 'You will soon have Joan the witch as your cell-mate; she is to be tried, sentenced and burned as a magician who sold herself to Satan, and as a heretic'!" JOAN DARC (trembling)--"My God!" CANON LOYSELEUR--"What is the matter, my dear daughter? You seem to tremble!"