“Yes, yes—at our house!” said Madame Duplay and Mademoiselle Cornelie.
And all three—the man and the two women—surrounded Robespierre, who, without the slightest resistance, allowed himself to be led into the alley.
I entered last, and locked the door.
The retreat was effected so prudently, that hardly a soul had perceived the manœuvre.
Those that did see him said nothing, so that no noise was made at the door.
Robespierre was extremely pale. He sat down, or rather fell, on the first chair that came in his way. Mademoiselle Cornelie wiped his forehead with her pocket-handkerchief, while Madame Duplay brought him a glass of fresh water.
I placed the glass to his lips, but his hand shook so, that he made the glass chink against his teeth.
However he drank, looked around him, tried to smile, and said, “I see that I am with friends.”
“Say, rather, with admirers—with devoted admirers!” replied M. Duplay.
“Oh, yes!” replied the three women.