It is a new decree, and you should have one, too." "Very well, then.

Hector and I will come together, and perhaps Aunt Marie will come too.

Don't send us to maman guillotine yet awhile, citizen," she said lightly; "you will never get such another Camille, nor yet so good a Celimene." She was gay, artless to the last.

She accompanied Heron to the door herself, chaffing him about his escort.
"You are an aristo, citizen," she said, gazing with well-feigned admiration on the two sleuth-hounds who stood in wait in the anteroom; "it makes me proud to see so many citizens at my door.

Come and see me play Camille--come to-night, and don't forget the green-room door--it will always be kept invitingly open for you." She bobbed him a curtsey, and he walked out, closely followed by his two men; then at last she closed the door behind them.