They planned this very day to seize the King and make themselves masters of France.

They have copied your badge," and he glanced towards his left arm.

"Thousands of them are waiting for revenge, and before it is full day they will be on you.

You will not know them, you will take them for your friends, and you will have your throats cut before you find out your error." A crowd may be wolves one moment and chickens the next, for cruelty and fear are cousins.

A shiver of apprehension went through the soberer part.