I wonder, citizen, that you should give your confidence to one of that treacherous nation." "He saved my life," Robespierre replied coldly; "a somewhat good ground, you will admit, for placing confidence in him." "Assuredly," Lebat said hastily, seeing that Robespierre was offended.
"And now, citizen, there is another matter of importance on which I wish to confer with you." Harry rose.
"Citizen, I will ask you to excuse me from further work to-day.
My head aches badly, and I can scarce see what I am writing." "I thought you were making some confusion of my papers," Robespierre said kindly.

"By all means put aside your work." On leaving the room Harry ran up to the attic above, which he had occupied since he had entered Robespierre's service, rapidly put on the blue blouse and pantaloons which he had formerly worn, pulled his cap well down over his eyes, and hurried down stairs.

He stationed himself some distance along the street and waited for Lebat to come out.

Rapidly thinking the matter over, he concluded that the man would not present himself with the order of release until after dark, in order that if Marie struggled or tried to make her escape it would be unnoticed in the street.

Lebat had calculated, of course, that on the presentation of the order the prison officials would at once lead Marie to the gates whether she wished it or not, and would, at his order, force her into a vehicle, when she would be completely in his power, and he could confine her in his own house or elsewhere until she consented to be his wife.
A quarter of an hour later Lebat came out of the house and walked down the street.