"Be quiet, Simon," said Fouquier Tinville; "you have not the right to speak."
This expression, which had become habitual to Tinville at the Revolutionary Tribunal, now escaped him involuntarily.
"Do you hear, Simon?" said Lorin. "This is the second time you have been told this in my presence; the first was when you accused Tison's daughter, whom you had the pleasure of bringing to the scaffold."
Simon was silent.
"Does your mother love you, Capet?" asked Fouquier.
Still the same silence.
"They say not," continued the accuser.
Something like a ghastly smile passed over the child's pale lips.
"But then, I say," roared Simon, "he has told me she loves him too much!"
"Look here, Simon," said Lorin, "you are angry that the little Capet chatters so much when you are together, and remains silent before company to-day."