"One must serve his country."
Simon presented a small paper, black as the leather he had just mentioned, but certainly less supple. Fouquier took it and read the contents.
"Again the Citizen Lorin; you have a great hatred to this man."
"I find him always acting in hostility to the law. He said, 'Adieu, Madame,' to a woman who saluted him from a window yesterday evening. To-morrow, I hope to give you a little information concerning another 'suspect;' that Maurice who was Municipal at the Temple when that affair of the red carnation occurred."
"Be sure! be sure!" exclaimed Fouquier, smiling at Simon.
He held out his hand, and then turned away with an abruptness that evinced little favor toward the shoemaker.
"What the devil do you wish me to be sure of? Many have been guillotined for much less."
"Patience," replied Fouquier, quietly; "everything cannot be done at the same time," and he passed quickly through the wicket.
Simon looked round for the Citizen Théodore, to console himself with him. He was no longer to be seen.