"Tell me what you have done with him ?" "I have already told you," answered the other quietly.
As swift and suddenly as it changed before did Robespierre's humour change again upon receiving that reply.

With a snort of anger he strode to the door and threw it open.
"Citizen-lieutenant!" he called, in a rasping voice.
"Here, Citizen," came a voice from below.
"Give yourself the trouble of coming up with a couple of men.

Now, Citizen La Boulaye," he said, more composedly, as he turned once more to the young man, "since you will not learn reason you may mount the guillotine in his place." Caron paled slightly as he inclined his head in silent submission.

At that moment the officer entered with his men at his heels.
"Arrest me that traitor," Maximilien commanded, pointing a shaking finger at Caron.

"To the Luxembourg with him." "If you will wait while I change my dressing-gown for a coat, Citizen-officer," said La Boulaye composedly, "I shall be grateful." Then, turning to his official, "Brutus," he called, "attend me." He had an opportunity while Brutus was helping him into his coat to whisper in the fellow's ear: "Let her know." More he dared not say, but to his astute official that was enough, and with a sorrowful face he delivered to Suzanne, a few hours later, the news of La Boulaye's definite arrest and removal to the Luxembourg.
At Brutus's description of the scene there had been 'twixt Robespierre and Caron she sighed heavily, and her lashes grew wet.
"Poor, faithful La Boulaye!" she murmured.