He bent a cold eye upon her, noting a beaded brow.
"You have a girl lodging here—Marie Roche?"
"Assuredly, Citizen."
"I must speak to her alone."
Rosalie rallied a little, for Hébert had a certain reputation, and Louison had not held her tongue.
"I will call her down," she said, heaving her bulky form from its place.
"No, I will go up," said Hébert, still with magisterial dignity.
"Pardon me, Citizen Deputy, she shall come down."
"It is an affair of State. I must speak privately with her," he blustered.
Rosalie's eyes twinkled; her nerves were steadying. They had begun to require constant stimulation, and this answered as well as anything else.