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Updated: June 27, 2025
The obviously Parisian intonation of the man kneeling in front of citizeness Lange in an attitude no ways suggestive of personal admiration, and coolly reciting verses out of a play, had somewhat taken him aback. "What does this mean?" he asked gruffly, striding forward into the room and glaring first at mademoiselle, then at Armand. Mademoiselle gave a little cry of surprise.
No, no, Fritz is Viennese a gay Viennese! As for me, I am" she waited a moment "well, Madame, I am what the French call 'une vraie cosmopolite' oh, yes, I am a true citizeness of the world." They had been driving a considerable time, and at last the coachman, turning round on his seat, asked where they wished to go next.
"Petronelle and I were together, and they made us open all the cupboards and uncover all the dishes. They then asked us many questions." "Questions? Of what kind?" asked Deroulede. "About you, Paul," replied Anne Mie, "and about maman, and also about about the citizeness, your guest." Deroulede looked at her closely, vaguely wondering at the strange attitude of the child.
"Nineteen will be enough, citizeness," she said; "keep one for yourself, not only for me, but for all the poor women who come here with their heart full of hope, and go hence with it full of despair." The woman turned calm, lack-lustre eyes on her, and silently pocketed the gold piece with a grudgingly muttered word of thanks.
"Yes, citizeness," he said, addressing her, "your courage is French courage, your virtue French virtue, and the good heart of the nation sees in you a daughter of the people. Incarnating the spirit of the race, be welcome at the tables of fraternity, and accept the homage of all hearts."
"I was to tell you, citizeness," she said the moment the door had been closed and she was alone with Marguerite, "that the prison authorities have given orders that I should search you before you visit the prisoner." She repeated this phrase mechanically like a child who has been taught to say a lesson by heart.
In the remote corner little Josephine was whimpering, and Etienne's big, dark eyes were fixed bravely upon his eldest sister. "There, there! little citizeness," the awful man said, in a voice that sounded low and almost caressing, "there is nothing to be frightened of. No one is going to hurt you or your little family. We only want you to be reasonable.
He received the information quite placidly, as if it had no special interest for him. Then he said quietly: "This way, citizeness!" Marguerite followed him, and two minutes later he stood beside a heavy nail-studded door that had a small square grating let into one of the panels, and said simply: "This is it."
Then she and Dominique left the house. Dominique and the citizeness proceeded as unobtrusively as they could along the Rue Honoré. He hurried her past the Rue Florentin, down which he knew, without looking, was to be seen the tall machine of execution on the Place de la Révolution.
"Did you know, citizeness, that this street had been specially made for aristos to pass along?" "I am in a hurry, will you let me pass at once?" commanded the young girl, tapping her foot impatiently on the ground. There was the whole width of the street on her right, plenty of room for her to walk along.
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