"Yes, young and pretty."
"It was he and Madame Dixmer," said Maurice.
"What, he!" exclaimed Santerre. "Maison-Rouge! Oh, blockhead that I was not to have killed them both! Come, Citizen Lindey, we may capture them yet."
"But how the devil," asked Lorin, "came you to let them pass?"
"Zounds!" said Santerre, "I let them pass because they gave the password."
"They had the password?" exclaimed Lorin; "then there is surely a traitor among us!"
"No, no, Citizen Lorin; you are known, and we well know that there are no traitors among you."
Lorin looked around him as if to detect the miscreant, and publicly proclaim his shame. He encountered the gloomy face and wandering eye of Maurice.
"Ah!" murmured he, "what means this?"
"The man cannot be very far off," said Santerre; "let us search the environs; perhaps he has fallen in with some patrol who, more wide awake than we, did not allow themselves to be gulled so easily."