"I imagined that you would change your minds.

I shall await you, Citizen, in the garden in five minutes' time." "I shall not keep you waiting, Monsieur," was the Vicomte's answer.
Very formally La Boulaye bowed and left the room accompanied by the officer and followed by the soldier.
"Mon Dieu!" gasped the Marquise, fanning herself as the door closed after the Republicans.

"Open me a window or I shall stifle! How the place reeks with them.

I am a calm woman, Messieurs, but, on my honour, had he addressed any of you by his odious title of 'citizen' again, I swear that I had struck him with my own hands." There were some that laughed.

But Mademoiselle was not of those.
Her eyes travelled to her brother's pale face and weakly frame, and her glance was such a glance as we bend upon the beloved dead, for in him she saw one who was going inevitably to his death..