“Le Citoyen Maximilian de Robespierre, et Deputé à l’Assemblée Nationale.”
I knocked.
I heard footsteps approaching the door, and then stop cautiously.
“Is it you, Maximilian?” asked a voice, in which could be discerned traces of emotion.
“No, mademoiselle,” I replied; “but I bring news of him.”
The door was quickly opened.
“Nothing has happened to him?” asked a stately female of about forty years.
“Here are a few words to reassure you,” I replied.
I then handed her the letter.