Fear not the populace,--the populace would have rescued your servant.

Fear not Robespierre,--he gives himself to your hands.

To-morrow he comes to the Convention,--to-morrow you must cast the last throw for his head or your own." "To-morrow he comes to the Convention! And who are you that know so well what is concealed from me ?" "A man like you, who would save the woman he loves." Before Tallien could recover his surprise, the visitor was gone.
Back went the Avenger to his conclave an altered man.

"I have heard tidings,--no matter what," he cried,--"that have changed my purpose.
On the 10th we are destined to the guillotine.

I revoke my counsel for delay.