The partner of Citizen Dixmer, and Citizen Dixmer himself, appeared to breathe more freely.
Geneviève had listened to the whole of this recital, pale, silent, and immovable.
"But," said Morand, with his usual coolness, "who can say that the Chevalier de Maison-Rouge made one of the patrol who gave the alarm at the Temple?"
"A municipal, one of my friends, that day on duty at the Temple. He recognized him."
"He knew him from description?"
"He had seen him before."
"And what sort of man, personally, is this Chevalier de Maison-Rouge?"
"A man of five or six and twenty, short, fair, and of a pleasing countenance, with magnificent eyes and superb teeth."
There was a profound silence.