"You have done your duty here." "Only half of it," retorted Lomaque, eying him attentively.

"Rose Danville--" "My wife!" exclaimed the other.

"What about my wife ?" "Rose Danville," continued Lomaque, impassibly, "you are included in the arrest of Louis Trudaine." Rose raised her head quickly from her brother's breast.

His firmness had deserted him--he was trembling.

She heard him whispering to himself, "Rose, too! Oh, my God! I was not prepared for that." She heard these words, and dashed the tears from her eyes, and kissed him, saying: "I am glad of it, Louis.