His first thought was one of regret that he had interfered to save one of the men of the 2d of September; then the thought flashed through his mind that there might be some benefit to be derived from it.
"Young man," the stranger said, "will you give me your arm and escort me home?
You have saved my life; it is a humble one, but perhaps it is of some value to France.

I live but two streets away.
It is not often I am out alone, for I have many enemies, but I was called suddenly out on business, though I have no doubt now the message was a fraudulent one, designed simply to put me into the hands of my foes." The man spoke in a thin hard voice, which inspired Harry, he knew not why, with a feeling of repulsion; he had certainly heard it before.

He offered him his arm and walked with him to his door.
"Come up, I beg you," the stranger said.
He ascended to the second floor and rang at the bell.

A woman with a light opened it.
"Why, my brother," she exclaimed on seeing his face, "you are ill! Has anything happened ?" "I have been attacked in the street," he said, "but I am not hurt, though, had it not been for this citizen it would have gone hardly with me.

You have to thank him for saving your brother's life." They had entered a sitting-room now.