"Citizen Bruslart is a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever heard that he was to marry Jeanne St. Clair?"
"Whatever he once intended, I have the best reason for knowing that he has changed his mind. Lucien Bruslart is to marry me."
Latour showed no surprise. "Have you ever seen this Jeanne St. Clair?" he asked.
"Never."
"You were not voluntarily there that day in her place, so that she might escape?"
"No. I am a patriot and hate all aristocrats. I am woman enough to hate this one particularly since Lucien once cared for her."
"When one's life is at stake, it is easy to lie if a lie will be useful, but I believe you, citizeness," said Latour. "I wish to be your friend, that kind of friend who is honest even if honesty gives pain. First, then, it is absolutely necessary that you remain here in hiding for a little while. The mob which carried you to prison knows you have escaped. You are being hunted for. So beautiful a woman cannot pass unnoticed. You would be recognized, and since you are still believed to be Mademoiselle St. Clair, I doubt not the nearest lantern would be your destination."
Pauline turned pale. "But, citizen—"