CHAPTER XXVIII.
The abbe had been right in feeling he could trust the officers to whose care he had confided Maurice.
Finding their entreaties would not induce him to leave the citadel, they seized him and literally carried him away.

He made the most desperate efforts to escape; each step was a struggle.
"Leave me!" he exclaimed; "let me go where duty calls me.

You only dishonor me in pretending to save me." His agony was terrible.

He had thrown himself headlong into this absurd undertaking, and now the responsibility of his acts had fallen upon his father.

He, the culprit, would live, and his innocent father would perish on the guillotine.