Jacques, said I, I do not call it impious, like this good woman, but I call it inhuman. What! a man goes to carry help to the dying, and you show him no respect! This brought the color to his face; and I think, perhaps, that he might have become ashamed of the part he had played; but the women pushed in again, as they are so fond of doing. Oh, M. le Maire, he does not deserve that you should lose your words upon him! they cried; and, besides, is it likely he will pay any attention to you when he tries to stop even the bon Dieu?