"You know the man who came here one day?"
"What day?"
"The day when you were so sad; and he took you away with him, and you returned so happy."
Scævola had remarked all these things.
Maurice regarded him with a bewildered air; a cold shudder ran through his body. Then after a long silence:
"Dixmer!" cried he.
"By my faith! yes. I think it was he, Citizen."
Maurice tottered, and fell back upon a chair.
"Oh, my God!" murmured he.
When he re-opened his eyes they encountered the violets, forgotten, or rather left there by Geneviève.