"Ah, sir, you, our kind benefactor!" said the artisan, recognising Rodolph, "assist me in preventing Louise from leaving us. I do not know what is the matter with her, but she quite frightens me, she is so determined to go. Now there is no occasion for her to return to her master, is there, sir? Did you not say to me, 'Louise shall not again leave you, and that will recompense you for much that you have suffered?' Ah! at that kind promise, I confess that for a moment I had forgot the death of my poor little Adele; but I must not again be separated from thee, Louise, oh, never, never!" Rodolph was wounded to the heart, and was unable to utter a word in reply. The commissary said sternly to Louise: "Is your name Louise Morel?" "Yes, sir," replied the young girl, quite overcome. "You are Jerome Morel, her father?" added the magistrate, addressing the lapidary. Rodolph had opened the door of Rigolette's apartment. "Yes, sir; but--" "Go in there with your daughter." And the magistrate pointed to Rigolette's chamber, into which Rodolph had already entered. Reassured by his preserver, the lapidary and Louise, astonished and uneasy, did as the commissary desired them. The commissary shut the door, and said with much feeling to Morel: "I know that you are honest and unfortunate, and it is, therefore, with regret that I tell you that I am here in the name of the law to apprehend your daughter." "All is discovered,--I am lost!" cried Louise, in agony, and throwing herself into her father's arms. "What do you say? What do you say?" inquired Morel, stupefied. "You are mad! What do you mean by lost? Apprehend you! Why apprehend you? Who has come to apprehend you?" "I, and in the name of the law;" and the commissary showed his scarf. "Oh, wretched, wretched girl!" exclaimed Louise, falling on her knees. "What! in the name of the law?" said the artisan, whose reason, severely shaken by this fresh blow, began to totter. "Why apprehend my daughter in the name of the law? I will answer for Louise, I will,--this my child, my good child, ain't you, Louise? What! apprehend you, when our good angel has restored you to us to console us for the death of our poor, dear little Adele? Come, come, this can't be. And then, to speak respectfully, M. le Commissaire, they apprehend none but the bad, you know; and my Louise is not bad. So you see, my dear, the good gentleman is mistaken. My name is Morel, but there are other Morels; you are Louise, but there are other Louises; so you see, M. le Commissaire, there is a mistake, certainly some mistake!" "Unhappily there is no mistake. Louise Morel, take leave of your father!" "What! are you going to take my daughter away?" exclaimed the workman, furious with grief, and advancing towards the magistrate with a menacing air. Rodolph seized the lapidary by the arm, and said to him: "Be calm, and hope for the best; your daughter will be restored to you; her innocence must be proved; she cannot be guilty."