"There can be only one Rue des Lions in Paris, the Rue des Lions-Saint-Paul?" interposed Robespierre, more and more impressed, and still looking intently at the youth.
"Just so!" Lebas answered.
"Go on with the letter! Go on!"
Lebas resumed his reading: "Benoit..."
"The concierge!" interrupted Robespierre, scarcely able to hide his emotion.
Lebas went on: "Benoit will open the shutters of the little room leading out of my study to the garden. In a bookcase, the one surmounted by the busts of Cicero and Socrates, you will find just within your reach, and will bring to me, volumes x. and xi. of a set of folios bound in red morocco, with the title..."
"Arrêts du Parlement!" exclaimed Robespierre, to the general surprise, carried beyond himself by the revelation which had suddenly burst upon him.
Olivier looked at him, in bewilderment.
"That is it! Arrêts du Parlement," repeated Lebas; "but how did you know?"
Robespierre, mastering his feelings, and without taking his eyes off Olivier, answered with assumed indifference—