I swear that is so, M.de Marsac.' 'You have not told me yet to whom she gave it,' I said sternly.
'She gave it,' he muttered, 'to a priest.' 'To what priest ?' 'I do not know his name.

He is a Jacobin.' 'And why ?' I asked, gazing incredulously at the student.

'Why did she give it to him?
Come, come! have a care.

Let me have none of your Sorbonne inventions!' He hesitated a moment, looking at me timidly, and then seemed to make up his mind to tell me.

'He found out--it was when we lived in Paris, you understand, last June--that she was a Huguenot.