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"Garin," he commanded briefly, "remove the Citizen Ombreval." When he had been obeyed, and Garin had conducted the Vicomte from the room, La Boulaye turned again to Des Cadoux. They were alone, saving the two soldiers guarding the door. The old man rose, and making the sign of the cross, he stepped forward, calm and intrepid of bearing.
"Citizen Ombreval," said La Boulaye, in that stern, emotionless voice that was becoming characteristic of him, "since you have acquainted yourself with the contents of the letter you stole from the man you murdered, you cannot be in doubt as to my intentions concerning you." The Vicomte reddened with anger.
"We are delightfully taken, cher Vicomte," he murmured, applying the tobacco to his nostril as he spoke. "It's odds you won't be able to repeat that pretty story to any more of your friends. I warned you that you inclined to relate it too often." With a sudden oath, Ombreval moved to valour by the blind rage that possessed him sprang at La Boulaye.
"Yourself," he whispered, with an ardour that almost amounted to fierceness. She gazed a second at him in growing alarm, then she dragged her hands from his grasp, and covering her face she fell a-sobbing. "Do not misunderstand me," he cried, as he stood erect over her. "If you would have Ombreval saved and sent out of France you must become my wife."
"Take him away," the President commanded impatiently, and as they removed him Mademoiselle crept from the Court, weeping softly in her poignant grief, and realising that not so much for the President's ear as for her own had La Boulaye uttered those words. They were meant to fortify her and to give her courage with the assurance that Ombreval would not be betrayed. To give her courage!
"And now, Citizen Cadoux," said La Boulaye, turning to the old nobleman, "I shall be glad if you will honour me by sharing my breakfast while Citizen Ombreval is at his writing." Des Cadoux looked up in some surprise. "You are too good, Monsieur," said he, inclining his head. "But afterwards?" "I have decided," said La Boulaye, with the ghost of a smile, "to deal with your case myself, Citizen."
"I am yet young enough to cut you into ribbons, you dog, if I were minded to dishonour myself by meeting you." And turning to Ombreval for sympathy, he vented a low laugh of contemptuous wonder.
Then to the soldiers standing on either side of Ombreval "Take him out," he said, "mount him on horseback. Let him ride with his hands pinioned behind his back, and his feet lashed together under the horse's belly. Attend to it!" "Monsieur," cried the young man, in an appealing voice, "I will give you my word of honour not to escape. I will "
He remembered that it had not been destroyed; Robespierre had crumpled it in his hand and tossed it aside. And by now Robespierre would have departed, and it should not be difficult for him the protege and intimate of Robespierre to gain access to the Incorruptible's room. If only he could find that document and fill in the name of Ombreval the thing would be as good as done.
She was smiling now upon Caron, as was proved by the fact that neither to Varennes nor Carnot did the name of Ombreval mean anything.
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