"In what way?"
"By conducting me home, and protecting me on my road."
"Maurice, Maurice," said Lorin, "consider well what you are about; you will compromise yourself terribly."
"I know it well," said the young man; "but what would you have me do? If I leave the poor woman, she will be stopped at every step by the patrols."
"Oh, yes, yes! while with you, sir,—while with you, Citizen, I meant to say, I shall be safe."
"You hear," said Lorin, "safe! She then runs great danger?"
"My dear Lorin," said Maurice, "let us be just. She must be either a good compatriot or an aristocrat. If she is an aristocrat, we have erred in protecting her; if she is a good patriot, it is our duty to preserve her."
"Your pardon, friend; I am sorry for Aristotle, but your logic is at fault. See what he says:—
"Iris my reason steals away,
And yet she tells me to be wise;
Oh, lady! I can only say,
Then turn away those glorious eyes."