"It brought tears to his eyes."
"Truly?"
"Pardi! The Citoyen Marat has a heart."
Barabant, on the staircase, congratulated himself on his escape from a bad position, little realizing the danger of the present one, and excusing the subterfuge on the light pretext of giving pleasure to the old woman. He hurriedly determined to say nothing to Dossonville of his danger, preferring first to question him.
Dossonville, the greetings over, announced his purpose with the question:
"Well, young pamphleteer, what have you ready?"
Barabant replied by tapping his arm.
"I see,—at the Tuileries?"
"You were there, of course?"
"What Frenchman wasn't?"