"Remove your
prisoner," he said. "You have done your duty here."
"Only half of it," retorted Lomaque, eying him attentively. "Rose
Danville--"
"My wife!" exclaimed the other. "What about my wife?"
"Rose Danville," continued Lomaque, impassibly, "you are included
in the arrest of Louis Trudaine."
Rose raised her head quickly from her brother's breast. His
firmness had deserted him--he was trembling. She heard him
whispering to himself, "Rose, too! Oh, my God! I was not prepared
for that." She heard these words, and dashed the tears from her
eyes, and kissed him, saying:
"I am glad of it, Louis. We risked all together--we shall now
suffer together. I am glad of it!"
Danville looked incredulously at Lomaque, after the first shock
of astonishment was over.
"Impossible!" he exclaimed. "I never denounced my wife. There is
some mistake; you have exceeded your orders."
"Silence!" retorted Lomaque, imperiously. "Silence, citizen, and
respect to a decree of the Republic!"
"You blackguard! show me the arrest-order!" said Danville. "Who
has dared to denounce my wife?"
"You have!" said Lomaque, turning on him with a grin of contempt.
"You--and 'blackguard' back in your teeth! You, in denouncing her
brother! Aha! we work hard in our office; we don't waste time in
calling names--we make discoveries. If Trudaine is guilty, your
wife is implicated in his guilt.
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