Men and women were alike; there was not one of them but faced the judges bravely and went to their death as calmly as if to dinner.

There was a marquis and his wife--the Marquis de St.Caux they called him.

They brought them out together.
They were asked whether they had anything to say why they should not be punished for their crimes against France.

The marquis laughed aloud.
"'Crimes!' he said.

'Do you think a Marquis de St.Caux is going to plead for his life to a band of murderers and assassins?
Come, my love.' "He just gave her one kiss, and then took her hand as if they were going to walk a minuet together, and then led her down between the lines of guards with his head erect and a smile of scorn on his face.