"Yes, dear friend," said Lorin, "I hope with the help of the Supreme Being—Ah! you expected I was going to say with the help of God! But I hope with the assistance of the Supreme Being, and my good sword, to disembowel you first; but move aside, Simon, you prevent me from seeing."
"Rascal!"
"Be silent, you prevent me from hearing," and Lorin silenced him with a threatening look.
Simon clinched his black hands and shook his fists, but as Lorin had told him, he was obliged to confine himself to these manifestations.
"Now he has begun to speak," said Hanriot, "he will continue no doubt. Go on, Fouquier!"
"Will you reply now?" demanded Fouquier.
The child returned to his former silence.
"You see, Citizen! you see!" exclaimed Simon.
"The obstinacy of this child is strange," said Hanriot, troubled in spite of himself at this royal firmness.
"He is ill advised," said Lorin.