"No; I was asleep."
"You are very fond of sleep, it seems."
"Yes; for when I sleep I dream."
"And what do you dream?"
"That I again see my father, whom you killed."
"Then you heard nothing!" said Santerre, quickly.
"Nothing."
"These wolf's cubs are, in truth, well-agreed with the she-wolf," said the municipal, furious with rage. "There has been, notwithstanding, a plot."
The queen smiled.
"She defies us, the Austrian!" cried the municipal. "Well, since it is thus, let us execute in all its rigor the decree of the Commune. Get up, Capet."