"Who are you?"
"The Citoyen Dossonville. I represent the Nation."
Then, while the look changed to one of dismay, she blurted:
"But what has the Nation to do with me?"
"Do not fear, citoyenne, you will have every chance to excuse yourself."
"Then I am to be arrested?"
Dossonville, without replying, said:
"Lead the way to the back; I must speak with you alone."
She obeyed, repeating:
"Am I under arrest? Am I? There's some mistake. I'm the Citoyenne Baudrier. Of what can I be accused?"