"Sir," said Broussel, "I am in bad health and cannot give myself up a prisoner in this state; I must have time."
"It is impossible," said Comminges; "the order is strict and must be put into execution this instant."
"Impossible!" said Louvieres; "sir, beware of driving us to despair."
"Impossible!" cried a shrill voice from the end of the room.
Comminges turned and saw Dame Nanette, her eyes flashing with anger and a broom in her hand.
"My good Nanette, be quiet, I beseech you," said Broussel.
"Me! keep quiet while my master is being arrested! he, the support, the liberator, the father of the people! Ah! well, yes; you have to know me yet. Are you going?" added she to Comminges.
The latter smiled.
"Come, sir," said he, addressing Broussel, "silence that woman and follow me."
"Sile
