"'How now? What do you mean, Père Dubois?' I asked.
"'I was in the Hôtel de Ville, disarmed and helpless. But I saw you, and now I go to denounce you to the Government.'
"I looked him straight and fearlessly in the eyes.
"'Remember your pact with me, Père Dubois,' I said.
"'My pact?' he repeated.
"'The pact we swore, like the Homeric heroes, that, even in a revolution, we would spare each other. This time, as the revolution has failed, it is I who am the gainer by it. Presently, when the revolution is successful, it will be your turn to profit.'
"His eyes fell before my gaze as he replied—
"'If it were not for Fifine's sake, I would not do it.'
"To which I answered—
"'If it were not for Fifine's sake, I would not ask you.'