The executioner is pausing for breath, that is all.

The fellow has not uttered a sound.

He is as obstinate as a mule." "As enduring as a Spartan," more generously put in the Vicomte, her brother.

"Look at him, Suzanne." Almost involuntarily she obeyed, and moved forward a step that she might behold him.

A face, deathly pale, she saw, which in the sunshine glistened with the sweat of agony that bedewed it; but the lips were tightly closed and the countenance grimly expressionless.