Emigre and a conspirator, are here, it can only be because she is your
accomplice. Vile wretch! to make my house a rendezvous for the enemies
of the Nation!"

Anger crimsoned his cheeks and glittered in his eyes. He actually
frothed with rage.

"Arrest them! Arrest them both!" he exclaimed.

Philip, who had supposed he could save Dolores by the confession he had
just made, could not repress a movement of wrath and despair.

"You will regret this, sir," he said, haughtily.

"There could be no greater misfortune than to shelter aristocrats like
you under my roof. I am a patriot; I love the Republic. France, first of
all! Citizens, this is a dangerous man. This so-called nobleman has been
plotting to save the queen and to place the little Capet upon the
throne. As for this young woman, she is a viper who has repaid my
hospitality with treachery. Take them away!--and so perish the enemies
of the Nation!"

He uttered these words with great energy and enthusiasm as if he wished
to give convincing proofs of his patriotism. The soldiers were
consulting together; presently they formed into two squads. One division
took Dolores in charge; the other took Philip, and they were led away.
It was then nearly eleven o'clock.

CHAPTER X.

COURSEGOL'S EXPLOITS.

Coursegol returned home about midnight. In accordance with his usual
custom he was passing through the lower hall without stopping on his way
to his room on the floor above, when he heard some one call him. He
recognized the voice of Vauquelas, but it seemed to proceed from the
chamber occupied by Dolores. Surprised that the latter was not in bed at
this late hour, and fearing she was ill, he hastily entered her room.
Vauquelas was there alone, pale, nervous and excited. The girl's bed had
not been disturbed. Her absence struck Coursegol at once.

"Where is Dolores?" he asked, quickly.

"Coursegol, why did you not tell me she was receiving Philip de
Chamondrin here?" was his friend's only response.

"She receiving M. Philip!" cried Coursegol, greatly astonished.

"Yes, here in my house; here in this chamber. They were discovered
here."

"Then M. Philip is still alive!"

"Unfortunately for me, he is still alive."

"What do you mean?" inquired Coursegol, who as yet understood but one
thing--that his master was not dead.

"I mean that Dolores, whom I received into my house at your request, has
been sheltering here, at the risk of compromising and ruinin