"Louison, I warn you, do not demand to know."
"I do demand it. I insist."
"You will curse me."
"No."
"I cannot tell you."
"Who is it?" she cried, with a laugh. "Philippe Egalité, a farmer-general, Bailly, Capet even,—I mention the worst."
"Louison," he said shortly, "they call you the daughter of the guillotine."
She stopped, perplexed.
"You are well named."
"Don't return to that," she said irritably. "It was agreed we were not to mention that. Come, don't keep me waiting. I tell you it will make no difference."