"Fear nothing!" said the Chevalier, "no one has seen me enter here; and even those who might have seen me would never know me. I have altered much these last two months."
"But what do you wish, Citizen?" asked the curé.
"You are going this morning to the Conciergerie, are you not?"
"Yes; the porter has sent for me."
"Do you know why?"
"To perform the duties of my sacred office to an invalid, or some dying person, perhaps even to one condemned."
"You are right; it is to one condemned."
The old priest regarded the Chevalier with undisguised astonishment.
"But do you know who this person is?" demanded Maison-Rouge.
"No, I do not know."