Gaillard read:—
To Citizen Colonel Robert Tournay, Rue des Mathurins 15.
Will the patriotic citizen colonel call upon the humble and none the less patriotic citizen, Maximilian Robespierre, this evening at seven, to discuss affairs pertaining to the good of the nation? If the Citizen Tournay can come, no answer need be sent.
(Signed) Maximilian Robespierre.
17th Pluviose, Year II. of the French Republic, one and indivisible.
"He evidently takes it for granted that I will come, for his messenger waited for no answer," added Tournay.
"It's the sequel of this afternoon's inquiry," said Gaillard, as he returned it, "and too exquisitely polite for a plain citizen. What are you going to do?"
"I am going to see him, of course," replied Tournay. "It is the only way to find out what he wants."
Gaillard nodded. "That's true; I almost feel like going with you and remaining outside the door," and Gaillard placed his package on the table.
"That is unnecessary, my friend; I never felt more secure in my life. Go to your performance of Figaro and on your return you will find me here in this easy-chair, smoking one of your pipes."
Gaillard took up his bundle again. "Very well, but mind, if I do not find you seated in that arm-chair smoking a pipe I shall know you are in trouble."
Tournay laughed. "You will find me there, never fear. And now let us go out together."
"I am abominably late!" exclaimed Gaillard, as they parted at the corner. "The director will have the pleasure of collecting a fine from my weekly salary. Good-night—embrace me, my little war god! Au revoir," and the actor hurried down the street, whistling cheerfully.