Fouquier shrugged his shoulders disdainfully.
"Another blunder," said he; "the Chevalier de Maison-Rouge is short, pale, and has not the slightest sign of a beard."
The patriot dropped his weapon with an air of consternation.
"Never mind, your good intention is taken for the act. Come, Simon, we must both make haste; they require the register, this is the time for the carts."
"Well, there is nothing new; the child is well." The patriot turned his back that he might not appear indiscreet, but remained in a position which enabled him to hear.
"I will go," said he, "lest I should intrude."
"Adieu!" said Simon.
"Good-day," said Fouquier.
"Tell your friend that you were deceived," added Simon.
"Well, I shall wait," and Théodore removed to a short distance, and stood resting on his cudgel.