Carmen and Zoe were more a part of himself now than they had
ever been.
They were gone, the living spirits of his home. Anything that reminded
him of them, despite the pain of the reminder, was dear to him. Love was
greater than the vengeful desire of injured human nature. His eyes
wandered over the people, over the market. At last he saw what he was
looking for. He called. A man turned. Jean Jacques beckoned to him.
He came eagerly, he hurried to the red wagon.
"Come home with me," said Jean Jacques.
The words were addressed to Sebastian Dolores, who said to himself that
this was a refuge surer than "The Red Eagle," or the home of the widow
Poucette. He climbed in beside Jean Jacques with a sigh of content.
"Ah, but that--but that is the end of our philosopher," said Judge
Carcasson sadly to the Clerk of the Court, as with amazement he saw this
catastrophe.
"Alas! if I had only asked to go with him, as I wished to do!"
responded M. Fille. "There, but a minute ago, it was in my mind," he
added with a look of pain.
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