"Yes; but if so noble and generous a spirit belongs to this warm Republican, perhaps he may regard it in the light of a crime, if he has made any discovery, not to immolate his own honor, as they say, 'on the altar of his country.'"
"But," said Morand, "do you think he knows anything?"
"Do you not understand? He speaks of secrets buried in his heart.
"These secrets are evidently those confided to him by me relative to our contraband transactions. He knows no others."
"But," said Morand, "this interview at Auteuil? does he suspect anything? You know he accompanied your wife?"
"It was I who told Geneviève to take Maurice with her as a protector."
"Listen," said Morand, "we shall soon see if these surmises be true. The turn of our battalion to guard the Temple happens on the 2d of June,—that is to say in eight days. You are captain, Dixmer, and I lieutenant; if our battalion or even our company receives a counter-order, like that received the other day by the battalion of Buttes-des-Moulins, which Santerre has replaced by that of Gravilliers, all is discovered, and we have only to flee from Paris, or die fighting. But if all follows in the usual course of things—"
"We are lost all the same," replied Dixmer.
"How so?"