“As you might, if you had common sense, Victoire--only by being a _good citizen_. I and a party of us _denounced_ a milliner and a confectioner in our neighbourhood, who were horrible aristocrats; and of their goods forfeited to the nation we had, as was our just share, such delicious _marangles_, and charming ribands!--Oh, Victoire, believe me, you will never get such things by going to school, or saying your prayers either. You may look with as much scorn and indignation as you please, but I advise you to let it alone, for all that is out of fashion, and may moreover bring you into difficulties. Believe me, my dear Victoire, your head is not deep enough to understand these things--you know nothing of politics.” “But I know the difference between right and wrong, Manon: politics can never alter that, you know.” “Never alter that!--there you are quite mistaken,” said Manon: “I cannot stay to convince you now--but this I can tell you, that I know secrets that you don’t suspect.” “I do not wish to know any of your secrets, Manon,” said Victoire, proudly. “Your pride may be humbled, Citoyenne Victoire, sooner than you expect,” exclaimed Manon, who was now so provoked by her cousin’s contempt, that she could not refrain from boasting of her political knowledge. “I can tell you, that your fine friends will in a few days not be able to protect you. The Abbé Tracassier is in love with a dear friend of mine, and I know all the secrets of state from her--and I know what I know. Be as incredulous, as you please, but you will see that, before this week is at end, Monsieur de Fleury will be guillotined, and then what will become of you? Good morning, my proud cousin.” Shocked by what she had just heard, Victoire could scarcely believe that Manon was in earnest; she resolved, however, to go immediately and communicate this intelligence, whether true or false, to Mad. de Fleury. It agreed but too well with other circumstances, which alarmed this lady for the safety of her husband. A man of his abilities, integrity, and fortune, could not in such times hope to escape persecution. He was inclined to brave the danger; but his lady represented that it would not be courage, but rashness and folly, to sacrifice his life to the villany of others, without probability or possibility of serving his country by his fall. M. de Fleury, in consequence of these representations, and of Victoire’s intelligence, made his escape from Paris; and the very next day _placards_ were put up in every street, offering a price for the head of Citoyen Fleury, _suspected of incivisme_.