"But before they had reached the longed-for end of their journey, danger came so near them that all the girl's faculties were roused, and, terrible as it was, she has sometimes said to me that she thought this very experience saved her from falling into a sort of half-stupid, almost idiotic state, from which she might never have recovered. For till now, there had been nothing to make them realise along what a precipice-brink they were moving. Once out of Paris, both Edmee and her cousin had imagined themselves safe, and the girl had yielded to her overpowering sorrow, the boy to his grief, not less sincere, but less unselfish than hers. But for wide-awake, practical Pierre what would have become of them? "It happened thus: it was, as Marguerite had foreseen, the fault of Edmond. "One evening--they had been travelling, sometimes on foot and sometimes in a cart or in one of the public coaches, running short distances--they would not of course have ventured to take places right through to Tours, the nearest point to Valmont for the regular diligences--one evening they reached a village not very far from Sarinet. Pierre had judged it wise to skirt Sarinet, both because Edmond might have been recognised, and also out of pity for the boy, to spare his feelings as much as possible, and as they were now in a part of the country he thoroughly knew, he found it easy to make their way round at what he thought a safe distance. But they had had a long day's walk before they arrived weary and foot-sore at a village where Pierre had decided to spend the night. There was a small inn in the village--a while ago Pierre would have been horrified at the idea of Edmee's entering such a place, but he had grown used to the necessity of such things, and the young girl never by word or glance murmured or seemed to notice the roughness and coarseness to which she was for the first time exposed. Pierre bespoke a bed for his `sister,' and a corner of the barn for himself and Edmond, and then they sat down in the rude kitchen to such a supper as could be provided for them. There were one or two peasants drinking in a corner, but quietly enough, when suddenly the door was pushed roughly open, and a couple of men in blouses came noisily in, shouting for something to drink. The innkeeper's wife, a timid, civil woman, hurried forward, but before she had time to serve the new-comers, one of them came up to the fire-place, near where the three young strangers were seated, and kicked the burning logs with his foot. Some embers flew out, and a spark or two lighted on Edmee's dress, though she at once extinguished it. But up started Edmond. "`Mind what you're about, fellow!' he cried, with the true Sarinet tone.