"May I not go also, monsieur? I am not afraid."
"No, lad. If there must be death one is enough. You must stay.
Good-bye."
"You will see my mother? She is old, and she grieves."
"Yes, I will see your mother. And more; you shall be free. I will see to that. Be patient, little comrade. Nay, nay, hush! . . . No, thanks. Adieu!" He put his hands on the lad's shoulder and kissed his forehead.
"I wish I had died at the Barricades. But, yes, I will be brave—be sure of that."
"You shall not die—you shall live in France, which is better. Once more, adieu!" Laflamme passed out. It was raining. He knew that if he could satisfy the first sentinel he should stand a better chance of escape, since he had had so much freedom of late; and to be passed by one would help with others. He went softly, but he was soon challenged.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"Condemned of the Commune—by order."
"Whose order?"
"That of the Commandant."