"All very fine that," called a man’s voice, "but what right have you to speak for her, Citizen? Has n’t the girl a tongue of her own?" "Yes, yes!" shouted a big brewer who had swung himself to the edge of the platform, and sat there kicking his heels noisily. "Yes, yes! it ’s all very well to say ’I vouch for her,’ but there ’s only one woman any man can vouch for, and that’s his wife." "What, Robinot, can you vouch for yours?" screamed Louison; and a roar of laughter went up, spiced by the brewer’s very evident discomfort. "Yes, what’s she to you after all?" said another woman. "A hussy!" shrieked a third. "An aristocrat!" "What do you know of her, and how do you know it?" "Explain, explain!" "Death, death to the aristocrat!" Dangeau sent his voice ringing through the hall: "She is my betrothed!" A momentary hush fell upon the assembly. Hébert sprang forward with a curse, but Tinville plucked him back, whispering, "Let him go on; that ’ll damn him, and is n’t that what you want?" Again Aline’s lips moved, but instead of speaking she put both hands to her heart, and stood pressing them there silently. In the strength of that silence Dangeau turned upon the murmuring crowd. "She is my betrothed, and I answer for her. You all know me. She is an aristocrat no longer, but the Daughter of the Revolution, for it has borne her into a new life. All the years before she has discarded. From its mighty heart she has drawn the principles of freedom, and at its guiding hand learned her first trembling steps towards Liberty. In trial of poverty, loneliness, and hunger she has proved her loyalty to the other children of our great Mother. Sons and Daughters of the Republic, protect this child who claims to be of your line, who holds out her hands to you and cries: ’Am I not one of you? Will you not acknowledge me? brothers before whom I have walked blamelessly, sisters amongst whom I have lived in poverty and humility.’" He caught Mademoiselle’s hand, and held it up. "See the fingers pricked and worn, as many of yours are pricked and worn. See the thin face—thin as your daughters’ faces are thin when there is not food for all, and the elder must go without that the younger may have more. Look at her. Look well, and remember she comes to you for justice. Citizens, will you kill your converts? She gives her life and all its hopes to the Republic, and will the Republic destroy the gift? Keep the knife to cut away the alien and the enemy. Is my betrothed an alien? Shall my wife be an enemy? I swear to you that, if I believed it, my own hand would strike her down! If there is a citizen here who does not believe that I would shed the last drop of my heart’s blood before I would connive at the danger of the Republic, let him come forward and accuse me!" "Stop him!" gasped Hébert. Fouquier Tinville shrugged his shoulders, as he and Herman exchanged glances.