"I was afraid you would do something rash," she said evasively. "What—what of the Girondins?"
"It is hopeless. To-morrow they may be condemned." But only half satisfied, he returned to the question. "Was that all you wanted to know? You looked at me very queerly."
"I don't doubt it," she said quickly. "Ah, Barabant, I am so afraid that you will compromise yourself with them."
"I must decide—and you would not have me a coward, Nicole?"
She defended her position, she repeated the old arguments, she tried to win him from the thought of sacrifice; but of what had happened during the day she said not a word.
"It is getting late," she exclaimed finally. "I must get into line."
"Let me take the whole night," he pleaded; "you are tired."
"No, no. Not at all."
She hurried below, furious at herself for having betrayed to him her unrest, but when she remembered how instantly he had noticed the strangeness of her look, she could not help thinking that a little suspicious.