He sought Dixmer everywhere, to recommend him to keep his own counsel; but Dixmer had very naturally changed his apartments, and was nowhere to be found.
Geneviève had been placed on the bench of the accused, and had already, in her testimony, declared that neither herself nor husband had any accomplices; and he thanked the poor woman with his eyes as she passed before him on her way to the Tribunal.
When she had passed, and he was returning to the office to fetch some law papers for Fouquier Tinville, he all at once saw Dixmer approaching him with a calm and quiet step.
This vision petrified him.
"Oh!" said he, as if he had seen a spectre.
"Do you not know me?" said the new-comer.
"Of course, I do. You are the Citizen Durand, or rather the Citizen Dixmer."
"Just so."
"But are you a dead man, Citizen?"