Tossing his firebrand over his head he declared that he would never return to Paris till he had razed to the ground the Chateau de Fleury.

At these words, Victoire, forgetful of all personal danger, ran out into the midst of the mob, pressed her way up to the leader of these ruffians, caught him by the arm, exclaiming, "You will not touch a stone in the Chateau de Fleury--I have my reasons--I say you will not suffer a stone in the Chateau de Fleury to be touched." "And why not ?" cried the man, turning astonished; "and who are you that I should listen to you ?" "No matter who I am," said Victoire; "follow me and I will show you one to whom you will not refuse to listen.

Here!--here she is," continued Victoire, pointing to the nun, who had followed her in amazement; "here is one to whom you will listen--yes, look at her well: hold the light to her face." The nun, in a supplicating attitude, stood in speechless expectation.
"Ay, I see you have gratitude, I know you will have mercy," cried Victoire, watching the workings in the countenance of the man; "you will save the Chateau de Fleury for her sake--who saved your life." "I will," cried this astonished chief of a mob, fired with sudden generosity.

"By my faith you are a brave girl, and a fine girl, and know how to speak to the heart, and in the right moment.

Friends, citizens, this nun, though she is a nun, is good for something.