"You are more difficult than the women of the aristocrats."
"I give you my secret!" Nicole cried in despair. "Use it for your own good. I did not kill Javogues because he pursued me; I killed him to destroy a tyrant. Place my name there instead of Barabant's, and I will affirm it before the Tribunal. You will have the credit of discovering a plot. Fouquier will reward you."
"Is that your secret?" Cramoisin said contemptuously. "Nothing new in that."
"What! You knew," she cried, "and held back my name?"
"Bah! When one is dead, one is no longer a patriot."
"Citoyen Cramoisin, listen. If you will put my name on the list instead of Barabant's, I'll give you all the money I have."
To her joy, he looked up with a sudden interest.
"How much have you?"
"Twenty livres."