The two men eyed her with astonishment, which in the case of La Boulaye, was tempered by another feeling.
"Monsieur la Boulaye," said she, her glance wandering towards the Captain, "may I speak with you alone ?" Outwardly impassive the Commissioner bowed.
"Your servant, Citoyenne," said he, removing his cocked hat.

"Juste, will you give us leave ?" "You will find me on the terrace when you want me, Citizen-deputy," answered the officer, and saluting, he departed.
For a moment or two after he was gone Suzanne and Caron stood confronting each other in silence.

She seemed smitten with a sudden awkwardness, and she looked away from him what time he waited, hat in hand, the chill morning breeze faintly stirring a loose strand of his black hair.
"Monsieur," she faltered at last, "I am come to intercede." At that a faint smile hovered a second on the Republican's thin lips.
"And is the noblesse of France fallen so low that it sends its women to intercede for the lives of its men?
But, perhaps," he added cynically, "it had not far to fall." Her cheeks reddened.

His insult to her class acted upon her as a spur and overcame the irresoluteness that seemed to have beset her.
"To insult the fallen, sir, is worthy of the new regime, whose representative you are, Enfine! We must take it, I suppose, as we take everything else in these disordered times--with a bent head and a meek submission." "From the little that I have seen, Citoyenne," he answered, very coldly, roused in his turn, "it rather seems that you take things on your knees and with appeals for mercy." "Monsieur," she cried, and her eyes now met his in fearless anger, "if you persist in these gratuitous insults I shall leave you." He laughed in rude amusement, and put on his hat.

The spell that for a moment her beauty had cast over him when first she had appeared had been attenuating.