"Monsieur," said Maurice, perhaps intentionally making use of a word which had ceased to be in vogue, "I love all brave and courageous natures, which does not prevent my fighting them when I meet them in the ranks of my enemies. I do not despair of one day encountering the Chevalier de Maison-Rouge."
"And—" said Geneviève.
"If I meet him—well, I shall fight him."
The supper was finished. Geneviève set the example of retiring, by herself rising from table. At this moment the clock struck.
"Midnight!" said Morand, coolly.
"Midnight," exclaimed Maurice,—"midnight already?"
"That exclamation affords me much pleasure," said Dixmer; "it proves you are not wearied, and induces me to hope we may see you again. It is the door of a true patriot which opens to receive you; and, I trust, ere long, you will find it that of a sincere friend."
Maurice bowed, and turning toward Geneviève,—
"Will the Citizeness also permit me to repeat my visit?" demanded he.