"Fair Citizeness," said Maurice, "I am now at your service. Thanks, Lorin."
"Bon voyage," cried Lorin, replacing on his head "the altar of his country," and faithful to his Anacreontic taste, departed singing:—
"Eleonora, Eleonora!
Now I've taught you how to love,
Tell your passionate adorer
Does the lesson weary prove?"
THE RUE DES FOSSES SAINT VICTOR.
Maurice finding himself alone with the young woman felt for the moment deeply embarrassed. The fear of being duped, attracted by her marvellous beauty, troubled his conscience as a pure and exalted Republican, and caused him to hesitate when about to offer her the support of his arm.
"Where are you going, Citizeness?" said he.
"Alas, sir, a long way from here," replied she.