"A folly that doesn't succeed becomes a crime." At this moment Max joined the old soldiers of Napoleon, and was received in significant silence.

Potel and Renard each took an arm of their friend, and walked about with him, conversing.

Presently Philippe was seen approaching in full dress; he trailed his cane after him with an imperturbable air which contrasted with the forced attention Max was paying to the remarks of his two supporters.

Bridau's hand was grasped by Mignonnet, Carpentier, and several others.

This welcome, so different from that accorded to Max, dispelled the last feeling of cowardice, or, if you prefer it, wisdom, which Flore's entreaties, and above all, her tendernesses, had awakened in the latter's mind.
"We shall fight," he said to Renard, "and to the death.