He is one of those children of the Revolution whom that great mother is bound to save." "By betraying his brethren ?" said B----, dryly.
"I do not allow the inference.

The simple fact is that Dalibard has spent many years in England; he has married an Englishwoman of birth and connections; he knows well the English language and the English people; and just now when the First Consul is so anxious to approfondir the popular feelings of that strange nation, with whose government he is compelled to go to war, he may naturally have much to say to so acute an observer as Olivier Dalibard." "Um!" said B----; "with such patronage, Robespierre's friend should hold his head somewhat higher!" Meanwhile, Olivier Dalibard, crossing the gardens of the palace, took his way to the Faubourg St.Germain.There was no change in the aspect of this man: the same meditative tranquillity characterized his downward eyes and bonded brow; the same precise simplicity of dress which had pleased the prim taste of Robespierre gave decorum to his slender, stooping form.

No expression more cheerful, no footstep more elastic, bespoke the exile's return to his native land, or the sanguine expectations of Intellect restored to a career.

Yet, to all appearance, the prospects of Dalibard were bright and promising.

The First Consul was at that stage of his greatness when he sought to employ in his service all such talent as the Revolution had made manifest, provided only that it was not stained with notorious bloodshed, or too strongly associated with the Jacobin clubs.