“With him you will descend the staircase (of which he carries a key) leading to my father’s lodge. On that side of the prison the outer gate is neither locked nor guarded. You will only have to avoid being seen by my father. My lover will place himself with his shoulder against the little window of the lodge and say, as if he were talking to me: 'Au revoir, Citizeness Rose, and don’t be so mischievous!' You will then go quietly into the street. Whilst this is going on I shall leave by the main gate, and we shall join one another in the carriage which is to carry us away.” As she listened to these words, Fanny drank in the breath of spring and reawakening nature. With the whole energy of her being, palpitating with life, she longed for liberty. She could perceive, could taste the safety that was within her grasp. And as into the same draught was distilled an aroma of love, she clasped her hands on her breast to restrain her happiness. But, little by little, consideration, a powerful factor in her character, got the better of sentiment. She gazed steadily on the turnkey’s daughter, and said— “Why is it, dear child, that you are prepared to devote yourself in this way to the interests of one whom you scarcely know?” “Oh,” replied Rose, this time forgetting to use the familiar form of speech she had been employing hitherto, “it’s because your kind friend will give me a large sum of money as soon as you are free, and then I shall be able to marry Florentin, my lover. You see, citizeness, that I am working entirely in my own interests. But I am better pleased to be the means of rescuing you than one of the others.” “I thank you for that, my child, but why the preference?” “Because you are so dainty, and your good friend must be so weary of being separated from you. It is agreed, isn’t it?” Fanny stretched out her hand to take the parcel of clothes Rose was offering her. But immediately afterwards she drew it back. “Rose, do you realize that if we are discovered it would mean death to you?” “Death!” exclaimed the young girl. “You terrify me. Oh, no, I didn’t know that!” Then, as quickly reassured— “But, citizeness, your kind friend would manage to hide me.” “There isn’t a spot in Paris that would prove a safe hiding-place. I thank you for your devotion, Rose; but I can’t take advantage of it.” Rose stood as if thunderstruck. “But you will be guillotined, citizeness, and I shall not be able to marry Florentin!” “Be easy, Rose. I can do you a service although I can’t accept what you offer.” “Oh, no, no! It would be cheating you out of your money.” The turnkey’s daughter begged and prayed and wept for long enough. She went on her knees and raised the hem of Fanny’s skirt. Fanny gently pushed the girl’s hand away and turned her head aside. A moonbeam displayed the peacefulness of the fair face.