Even the vocabulary of the Republic was forgotten, and the interdicted title of "Mademoiselle" fell naturally from his lips.
"Say that you can be generous," she implored him softly.

"Say that you prefer the debt you owe to the injury you received." "You do not know the sacrifice you ask," he exclaimed still fighting with himself.

"I have waited four years for this, and now--" "He is my brother," she whispered, in so wonderful a tone that words which of themselves may have seemed no argument at all became the crowning argument of her intercession.
"Soit!" he consented.

"For your sake, Mademoiselle, and in payment of the debt I owe you, I will go as I came.

I shall not see the Citizen-marquis again.