As for this Republican scum--" "You shall not call him that," was the rejoinder, sharply delivered; for Suzanne was roused at last.

"He is twenty times more noble and brave than any gentleman, that I have ever met.

We owe our liberty to him at this moment, and sufficiently have I wronged him by my actions--" "Fool, what are you saying ?" cried the enraged Marquise.

"He, more noble and brave than any gentleman that you ever met?
He--this kennel-bred citizen-ruffian of a revolutionist?
Are you mad, girl, or--" The Marquise paused a moment and took a deep breath that was as a gasp of sudden understanding.

"Is it that you are in love with this wretch!" "Madame!" The exclamation was laden with blended wonder, dignity, and horror.
"Well ?" demanded Madame de Bellecour severely.