‘“You were taken ill yesterday. I helped you. You might have been run over if I had not picked you up. It was an act of simple humanity certainly; but I thought I might come to ask if you had recovered?”
‘She had turned aside, and had scarcely heard a word of his speech. “I hate you, infamous man!” she said. “I cannot bear your helping me. Go away!”
‘“But you are a stranger to me.”
‘“I know you too well!”
‘“You have the advantage then, Mademoiselle. I am a newcomer here. I never have seen you before to my knowledge; and I certainly do not, could not, hate you.”
‘“Are you not Monsieur B--?”
‘He flinched. “I am—in Paris,” he said. “But here I am Monsieur G--.”
‘“That is trivial. You are the man I say you are.”
‘“How did you know my real name, Mademoiselle?”
‘“I saw you in years gone by, when you did not see me. You were formerly Member of the Committee of Public Safety, under the Convention.”