Madame Teutch kissed her guest, and went away, murmuring: "In God's truth, there are no more children; here is one challenging citizen Tétrell, and the other demanding to be brought before citizen Saint-Just!"
Madame Teutch closed the door. Charles blew out the light and went to sleep.
The next morning, about eight o'clock, he was busy arranging his papers, which were more or less in disorder from the visitation of the previous night, when citizeness Teutch rushed into his room, crying: "Here they are! here they are!"
"Who?" asked Charles.
"The police, who have come to arrest you, poor dear child!"
Charles quickly concealed in the bosom of his shirt the second letter which his father had given him—the one to Pichegru; for he feared that it might be taken from him and not returned.
The police entered and informed the boy of the object of their visit. Charles declared himself ready to follow them.
As he passed the citizeness Teutch, he gave her a look, which signified: "Don't forget!"
She replied by a slight movement of the head, which meant: "Don't be afraid."