Publisher's Synopsis
"You might tell us something, Madame Angelin, since you know so much!" "Yes, indeed. What is the good of knowing if you keep it to yourself?" cried a younger woman, impatiently, placing, as she spoke, her basket of herbs and vegetables upon the broad stone edge of the fountain around which a little group had gathered. "Was it a fit?" "Has Monsieur Deshoulieres gone to him?" "Is he dead?" "What becomes of her?" "Holy Virgin! will the town have to bury him?""