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Updated: June 21, 2025
The cramped, somewhat schoolgirlish writing is the mute, pathetic witness of one of the saddest tragedies, that era of sorrow and crime has ever known: To the Representatives of the People now sitting in Assembly at the National Convention You trust and believe in the Representative of the people: Citizen-Deputy Paul Deroulede. He is false, and a traitor to the Republic.
Ay! said some of the men approvingly, whilst others laughed hoarsely at the weird jest. "I propose, therefore," continued Lenoir after a slight pause, "that it shall be Citizen-Deputy Deroulede himself who shall furnish to the people of France proofs of his own treason against the Republic." "But how?
Merlin grinned when he saw Deroulede standing there, calm, impassive, well dressed, as if prepared to receive an honoured guest, rather than a summons to submit to the greatest indignity a proud man has ever been called upon to suffer. Merlin had always hated the popular Citizen-Deputy.
But I understand now that Citizen-Deputy Deroulede is a personage of too much importance to be brought to trial on mere suspicion, and my denunciation of him was not based on facts." "And do you know, my fine aristocrat," sneered Merlin viciously, "that it is not wise either to fool the Committee of Public Safety, or to denounce without cause one of the representatives of the people?"
Through her action she had made herself one with the Citizen-Deputy; if the case were found under the folds of her skirts, she would be accused of connivance, or at any rate of the equally grave charge of shielding a traitor. The manly pride in him rebelled at the thought of owing his immediate safety to a woman, yet he could not now discard her help, without compromising her irretrievably.
It consisted of a few words, a kiss the last one on her hand, and that passionate murmur which had escaped from his lips when he knelt at her feet: "Juliette!" Complexities. Citizen-Deputy Deroulede had been privately interviewed by the Committee of Public Safety, and temporarily allowed to go free.
Tinville and Merlin were the fastest of friends, so the latter easily obtained the privilege of being the first to proclaim to his hated enemy, the news of his downfall. He stood facing Deroulede for a moment, enjoying the present situation to its full. The light from the vast hall struck full upon the powerful figure of the Citizen-Deputy and upon his firm, dark face and magnetic, restless eyes.
Merlin, with two men beside him, remained under the portico; he told off the other two to escort Deroulede as far as the Hall of Justice, where sat the members of the Committee of Public Safety. The Terrorist had a vague fear that the Citizen-Deputy would speak to the mob. An unruly crowd of women had evidently been awaiting his appearance.
She wore the tricolour scarf round her waist, else she had been more seriously molested ere now. But the Republican colours were her safeguard: whilst she walked quietly along, no one could harm her. Then suddenly a curious impulse seemed to seize her. It was just outside the large stone house belonging to Citizen-Deputy Deroulede.
The Scarlet Pimpernel. It was some few hours later. The ladies sat in the drawing-room, silent and anxious. Soon after supper a visitor had called, and had been closeted with Paul Deroulede in the latter's study for the past two hours. A tall, somewhat lazy-looking figure, he was sitting at a table face to face with the Citizen-Deputy.
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