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The crowd, she declared, frightened her and she was afraid of fainting in the crush. They parted in the Place de la Nation, swearing an oath of eternal fidelity. That same morning early the citoyen Brotteaux had made the citoyenne Gamelin the magnificent present of a capon.
When they are ultimately obtained, it is discovered that the man and the woman are both missing. They have not hitherto been traced. The landlord protests that he knows nothing of his tenants. It is suspected, however, that he has been tampered with, as also that Trudaine's papers, delivered to the citizen and citoyenne Dubois, are forged passports.
As he said this, Aubry, who had left them a moment before, returned. "The prisoners have come back. Citoyenne Dolores is with them in the Hall of the Condemned. She wishes to see you." "In the Hall of the Condemned!" repeated Antoinette. That terrible word rang in their ears like the thud of the executioner's axe.
"There is a prisoner below who has just arrived, and who wishes to see you, citoyenne." "It is he!" thought Dolores, turning pale at the thought of meeting Philip again. Nevertheless, she armed herself with courage, and went down-stairs with a firm step to welcome Philip. He was awaiting her with feverish impatience.
"Troubling me?" he echoed, musingly. "No. But then I am a busy man, Citoyenne." A wave of red seemed to sweep across her face, and her heel beat the parquet floor. "If you call me Citoyenne again I shall strike you," she threatened him. He looked down at her, and she had the feeling that behind the inscrutable mask of his countenance he was laughing at her.
Again he saw the jury-bench, the seat where he had been accustomed to loll, the place where he had terrorized unhappy prisoners, where he had affronted the scornful eyes of Jacques Maubel and Maurice Brotteaux, the appealing glances of the citoyenne Rochemaure, who had got him his post as juryman and whom he had recompensed with a sentence of death.
"But you, citoyenne, are a daughter of France, and should be ready to help her in a moment of deadly peril." "My brother Armand devotes his life to France," she retorted proudly; "as for me, I can do nothing . . . here in England. . . ."
So I ventured to break the ice by saying, "Monsieur, I have come to procure a passport, and here is Mr. He took the card without condescending to look at it, and went on writing. Thereupon he took up the card, and, affecting the "Marat" style, said, "Does the citoyenne wish to leave Paris? Pourquoi?" I answered that I was obliged to leave Paris for different reasons.
It was not purely out of kindness that the citoyenne had employed her credit to get Gamelin appointed to a much envied post; after what she had done for him and what peradventure she might come to do for him in the future, she counted on binding him closely to her interests and in that way securing for herself a protector connected with a tribunal she might one day or another have to reckon with; for the fact is, she was in constant correspondence with the French provinces and foreign countries, and at that date such a circumstance was ground enough for suspicion.
"Let me make my point clear, citoyenne," said Chauvelin, with the same unruffled calm, "I must assure you that St. Just is compromised beyond the slightest hope of pardon." Inside the orchestra box all was silent for a moment or two. Marguerite sat, straight upright, rigid and inert, trying to think, trying to face the situation, to realise what had best be done.
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