"Yes, Louison."
"She is mad!"
About her the mass struggled and swayed, some crying to her to simulate drunkenness, others clamoring for her arrest. In the center, Louison, alone calm and indifferent, secure in the knowledge of what must follow, continued to regard the silhouette of the guillotine, while about her lips was that curious smile which is seen only on the face of the martyr or the insane.
XIV
THE LAST ON THE LIST
As Nicole, in the hall of the Porte-Libre, stopped aghast at this apparition of their enemy, Cramoisin perceived her, and scuttling hurriedly forward, cried in triumph:
"Bonjour, Nicole. What luck, eh? Well, aren't you going to say good day?"
"Bonjour," she answered hastily.
"And Barabant, too," he cried. "Better still, and so glad to see me! Bonjour, Barabant."