'And you shall extend this same protection to me, Master Boivin, for one
day, at least--nay, my good friend, there's no use in sulking about it.
A certain friend of ours, whose name I need not speak aloud, is
little in the habit of being denied anything; are you prepared for the
consequence of disobeying his orders?'
'Let me see that they are his orders,' said he sturdily--'who tells me
that such is his will?'
'I do,' was my brief reply, as, with a look of consummate effrontery, I
drew myself up and stared him insolently in the face.
'Suppose, then, that I have my doubts on the matter--suppose----'
'I will suppose all you wish, Boivin,' said I interrupting, 'and even
something more; for I will suppose myself returning to the quarter
whence I have just come, and within one hour--ay, within one hour,
Boivin--bringing back with me a written order, not to pass me into the
Temple, but to receive the body of the Citizen Jean Baptiste Boivin, and
be accountable for the same to the Committee of Public Safety.'
He trembled from head to foot as I said these words, and in his shaking
cheeks and fallen jaw I saw that my spell was working.
'And now, I ask for the last time, do you consent or not?'
'How is it to be done?' cried he, in a voice of downright wretchedness.
'You are not "inscribed" at the secretaries' office as one of the
"rats."'
'I should hope not,' said I, cutting him short; 'but I may take the
place of one for an hour or so. Tristan is about my own size; his blouse
and badge will just suit me.'
'Ay, leave me to a fine of a thousand francs, if you should be found
out,' muttered Boivin, 'not to speak of a worse mayhap.'
'Exactly so--far worse in case of your refusing; but there sounds the
bell for mustering the prisoners--it is now too late.'
'Not so--not so,' cried Boivin, eagerly, as he saw me prepared to leave
the house. 'You shall go in Tristan's place. Send him here, that he may
tell you everything about the "service," and give you his blouse and
badge.'
I was not slow in availing myself of the permission, nor was Tristan
sorry to find a substitute. He was a dull, depressed-looking boy, not
over communicative as to his functions, merely telling me that I was
to follow the others--that I came fourth in the line--to answer when
my name was called 'Tristan,' and to put the money I received in my
leathern pocket, without uttering a word, lest the gaolers should notice
it.
To accoutre mys
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