"Danton spoke to me this morning," he said, moving to the window, where he stood looking out. "They want me to go South again. Lyons is in revolt, and is to be reduced by arms. Dubois-Crancy commands, but Bonnet has fallen sick, and I am to take his place."
Aline had seated herself, and picked up a strip of muslin. Under its cover her hands clasped each other very tightly. When he paused she said: "Yes, Monsieur."
"I am to start immediately."
"Yes, Monsieur."
He swung round, looked at her angrily for a moment, and then stared again into the dirty street.
"It is a question of what you are to do," he said impatiently.
"I? But I shall stay here. What else is there for me to do?"
"I cannot leave you alone in Paris again."
"Monsieur?"
"What!" he cried. "Have you forgotten?" and she bent to hide her sudden pallor.