But you might do me the justice to remember that what I did I did as much for others as for myself.

As much, indeed, for you as for myself." "For me ?" echoed the Marquise shrilly.

"Tiens, that is droll now! For me?
Was it for me that you made love to the citizen-blackguard?
Are you so dead to shame that you dare remind me of it ?" Mademoiselle sighed, and seemed to shrink back into the shadows of the carriage.

Her face was very pale, and her eyes looked sorely troubled.
"It is something that to my dying day I shall regret," she murmured.

"It was vile, it was unworthy! Yet if I had not used the only weapon to my hand--" She ceased, the Marquise caught the sound of a sob.
"What are you weeping for, little fool ?" she cried.
"As much as anything for what he must think of me when he realises how shamefully I have used him." "And does it matter what the canaille thinks?
Shall it matter what the citizen-assassin thinks ?" "A little, Madame," she sighed.