She nodded mechanically, quietly disengaged her hands from his feverish grasp.
"I know," she said quietly. "They told me they were going. I have no influence to stop them."
"You will be there, too?" he asked.
"Of course. So will poor maman," she replied simply.
"This may be the turning point, Régine," he said with passionate earnestness, "in the history of France!"
"Perhaps!"
"Think of it, Régine! Think of it! Your sister, your young brother! Their names may go down to posterity as the saviours of France!"
"The saviours of France!" she murmured vaguely.
"One word has swayed a multitude before now. It may do so again . . . to-night!"
"Yes," she said. "And those poor children believe in the power of their oratory."