Contritely, therefore, and humbly he acknowledged his fault, and cast himself upon the mercy of Robespierre.
But the Incorruptible was not so easily to be shaken.
"Traitor that you are!" he inveighed.

"Do you imagine that because it is yours to make high sounding speeches in the Convention you are to conspire with impunity against the Nation?
Your loyalty, it seems, is no more than a matter of words, and they that would keep their heads on their shoulders in France to-day will find the need for more than words as their claim to be let live.

If you would save your miserable neck, tell me what you have done with this damned aristocrat." "He is gone," answered La Boulaye quietly.
"Don't prevaricate, Caron! Don't seek to befool me, Citizen-deputy.

You have him in hiding somewhere.

You can have supplied him with no papers, and a man may not travel out of France without them in these times.