I have played the part of a virulent Jacobin to serve my dear young masters.

Unhappily, I began this course too late; I could not save their parents." Here, Michu's voice broke down.

"Since the young men emigrated I have sent them regularly the sums they needed to live upon." "Through the house of Breintmayer of Strasburg ?" asked the countess.
"Yes, mademoiselle; the correspondents of Monsieur Girel of Troyes, a royalist who, like me, made himself for good reasons, a Jacobin.

The paper which your farmer picked up one evening and which I forced him to surrender, related to the affair and would have compromised your cousins.

My life no longer belongs to me, but to them, you understand.