"Yes," said Maurice. Then, in a low tone, "And the password?" added he.
"The devil!" said Lorin, rubbing his ear, "the password; it is—"
"Do not fear I shall make a bad use of it."
"Faith," said Lorin; "make what use you like of it, that is your concern."
"Tell me then," said Maurice.
"I will tell you all in good time, but let us first dispose of these tipsy fellows. Then, before we part, I shall not be sorry to give you a few words of advice."
"Well, I will wait."
Lorin then turned to his National Guards, who still kept the enrolled Volunteers in subjection.
"Now," said he, to the latter, "have you had sufficient?"
"Yes, dog of a Girondin," replied the chief.