But oh sometimes I feel that I would gladly die if only that poor little child-martyr were restored to those who love him and given back once more to joy and happiness.

But they would not take my life for his, I am afraid," she concluded, smiling through her tears.

"My life is of no value in comparison with his." Soon after this she dismissed her two visitors.

De Batz, well content with the result of this evening's entertainment, wore an urbane, bland smile on his rubicund face.

Armand, somewhat serious and not a little in love, made the hand-kiss with which he took his leave last as long as he could.
"You will come and see me again, citizen St.Just ?" she asked after that preliminary leave-taking.
"At your service, mademoiselle," he replied with alacrity.
"How long do you stay in Paris ?" "I may be called away at any time." "Well, then, come to-morrow.