The door opened, and the gaoler appeared with a jug of milk and a loaf.

With a strange smile he set them down.
"A good appetite to you, citizens." Antoine flew on him.

"Comrade! we used to be friends.

Tell me, what is it?
Is the execution deferred ?" "The execution has taken place at last," said the other, significantly; "_Robespierre is dead!_" and he vanished.
Antoine uttered a shriek of joy.

He wept, he laughed, he cut capers, and flinging himself at Monsieur the Viscount's feet, he kissed them rapturously.