"No, no!" he broke in upon her passionate protestation. "No one shall couple your name with mine and pity you while they are doing it! The penitentiary may be my fate, for the rest of my life, but its shadow shall not touch yours. If I can clear myself of this charge I will come and ask you to be my wife, and openly ask your father's consent. If I can't--" He turned and looked out of the window, but instead of the trees and flowers that were there, he saw a big, grim building with a high stone wall all around it and armed guards on the bastions. Outside they heard the crowd calling for him. She understood his feeling, and taking his face between her palms she kissed his lips, whispering, "We will wait," and hurried from the room. The crowd massed itself around the house, squatting on the sidewalk, perching on the fence, and filling the waiting vehicles, until Pierre came out and announced that the physician said little Paul would recover and would probably be none the worse for his experience. Everybody shouted "hurrah!" and somebody yelled, "three cheers for Frenchy!" The cheers were given, and Pierre stepped out on the sidewalk and began thanking them all for the kindness and sympathy they had shown and for their willing efforts to help him in his trouble. Then he launched into rhetorical praises of the country, the climate and the community, and from these turned to enthusiastic commendation of the man who had restored to him his lost child. "Among all the brave and noble men of this favored region," he exclaimed, "there is none braver, nobler, greater-hearted, more chivalrous, than he who has this day proved himself worthy of all our praises--Emerson Mead!" The crowd cheered loudly and called for Mead. Somebody shouted, "Three cheers for Emerson!" and the whole assemblage, Pierre leading, waved their hats and cheered again and again. Then there arose a general cry for "Emerson Mead! Emerson Mead!" "Where is Emerson!" "Bring him out, Frenchy!" and Delarue rushed back into the house to find him. When Pierre entered the room which his daughter had just left it occurred to him, vaguely, that Mead looked unusually proud and happy, but as he himself, also, felt happy and proud, and filled with a genial glow over the success of his burst of oratory, it seemed quite proper that every one else should also be elated. So he thought nothing of it and hurried Mead out to the waiting crowd, where everybody, Democrats and Republicans alike, gathered about him and shook hands and made terse, complimentary remarks, until Jim Halliday presently took him away to his former quarters.