"Be sensible as well. The time is short. Sit down and let us arrange quickly."
"I have told you, there is nothing to arrange," she answered.
"Once for all, will you come? Yes or no," he said angrily.
"No."
"What are you going to do?"
"Pay, Lucien, pay. Legrand will return, but he will not find you."
"You she-devil!"
The words were hissed out as he sprang toward her. It was his life or hers. There was no other alternative. Murder was in his hands, in his soul. She realized this and even as he touched her, she cried out—
"Help! Help, citizens!"
In a moment the door was thrown open and Lucien Bruslart was in the hands of the officers of the Convention, crouching in their grasp, white and afraid, too terrified even to curse his betrayer.