He shuddered with disgust. What! Accuse Suzanne! Was that the half-formed idea that inspired him, unknown to himself? Had he really thought of ruining her in order that he might be saved? It was now that he first realized the full nature of his predicament, for he would a thousand times rather have died than dishonour the girl, even in his father's eyes alone. Morestal, who had finished dressing, chaffed him: "Is that all you wanted to say?" "Yes.... I made a mistake," replied Philippe. "I thought ..." He was leaning on the window-rail and looked out inertly at the large sort of park formed by the clustering trees and the undulating meadows of the Vosges. He was now obsessed by other thoughts, which mingled with his own anxiety. He went back to old Morestal: "Are you quite sure that the arrest took place on French soil?" "Upon my word, you must be mad!" "It's possible that, without noticing it, you crossed the frontier-line...." "Yes ... exactly ... so we did. But, at the moment of the first attack and again at the moment of the arrest, we were in France. There is no doubt about that." "Just think, father, if there were the slightest doubt!..." "Well, what then? What do you mean?" "I mean that this incident will have further consequences. The affair will create a noise." "What do I care? The truth comes first, surely? Once we are in the right, we are bound to see that our rights are recognized and that Jorance is released." Morestal planted himself firmly in front of his son: "You're of my way of thinking, I suppose?" "No." "How do you mean, no?" "Listen, father: the circumstances seem to me to be very serious. The examining-magistrate's enquiry is most important. It will serve as a basis for later enquiries. It seems to me that we ought to reflect and give our evidence with a certain reserve, with caution.... We must behave prudently...." "We must behave like Frenchmen who are in the right," cried Morestal, "and who, when they are in the right, fear nobody and nothing in this world!" "Not even war?" "War! What are you talking about? War! But there can't be war over an incident like this! The way things are shaping, Germany will yield." "Do you think so?" said Philippe, who seemed relieved by this assertion. "Certainly! But on one condition, that we establish our right firmly. There has been a violation of the frontier. That is beyond dispute. Let us prove it; and every chance of a conflict is removed." "But, if we don't succeed in proving it?" asked Philippe. "Ah, in that case, it can't be helped!... Of course, they will dispute it. But have no fear, my boy: the proofs exist; and we can safely go ahead.... Come along, they're waiting for us downstairs...." He grasped the door-handle. "Father!" "Look here, what's the matter with you to-day? Aren't you coming?"