A movement of horror and admiration spread itself through the hall.
"Why did you offer these carnations to the Citizen Maurice?"
"Because I perceived that he wore the scarf of a municipal, and I imagined he was going to the Temple."
"Who are your accomplices?"
"I have none."
"What! have you then concocted this plot alone?"
"If it is a plot, I alone am concerned in it."
"But did the Citizen Maurice know—"
"That the flowers contained the billets?"
"Yes."