“Is it not true that I found you in Julien’s bed?” she asked.
“Yes, madame,” moaned out Rosalie through her fingers.
At that the baroness burst into tears also, and the sound of her sobs mingled with the maid’s.
“How long had that gone on?” asked Jeanne, her eyes fixed on the maid.
“Ever since he came here,” stammered Rosalie.
“Since he came here,” repeated Jeanne, hardly understanding what the words meant. “Do you mean since — since the spring?”
“Yes, madame.”
“Since he first came to the house?”
“Yes, madame.”
“But how did it happen? How did he come to say anything to you about it?” burst out Jeanne, as if she could keep back the questions no longer. “Did he force you, or did you give yourself to him? How could you do such a thing?”
“I don’t know,” answered Rosalie, taking her h
