"How was that?"
"I knew that I was going to be arrested."
"And you did not hide yourself?"
"What for? I was innocent, and they say that you are just."
Saint-Just looked at the boy in silence. He himself looked very young just then, with his shirt of whitest linen and large sleeves, his white waistcoat, and his artistically tied cravat.
"Are your parents emigrants?"
"No, citizen; my parents are not aristocrats."
"What are they?"
"My father presides over the tribunal of Besamjon, and my uncle is commander of a battalion."