"Well, then, my dear Desmarais, you have that son-in-law under your hand--your pupil, Citizen John Lebrenn! The young man has lived close beside you, you must be acquainted with his manners and his private character. Mademoiselle Desmarais, reared by you in austere principles, ought, allowing for her personal inclinations, which should always be respected, to welcome such an aspirant to her hand. John Lebrenn is young, and of attractive appearance. So that, if such a marriage were pleasing to your daughter, would it not be an act calculated to draw toward you everyone's affection, for having begun the merging of the classes? Everybody would applaud the marriage of the daughter of the rich bourgeois, of the advocate of renown, with the simple artisan. What think you of the idea, my dear colleague?" "You shall soon know," replied advocate Desmarais after a moment's reflection, during which he vainly racked his brains for an avenue of escape from the meshes of his own duplicity, now closed in upon him. Then he ran to the table, seated himself, seized paper and pen, and dashed off a few lines, while he said silently to himself: "The danger admits of no hesitation. The sacrifice is consummated. After Billaud-Varenne's utterances on the 'merging of the classes,' I can no longer hang back. He is interested in Lebrenn; he will inform the boy of the proposal he just made to me; he will learn that John and my daughter have loved each other for four years and more. It will then be clear to Billaud-Varenne that my only reason for opposition to the union is my repugnance to giving my daughter to a workingman. I shudder for the consequences! Such a revelation, coming on the heels of Hubert's escape and the discovery of the depot of royalist arms and proclamations in my house, is capable of leading me straight to the guillotine!" While indulging in these reflections, Desmarais indicted the following letter to John Lebrenn: My dear John: I await you at once, at my home. My daughter is yours, on one only condition, which I expect from your loyalty in which I have absolute confidence. That condition is: _Never to mention to anyone, and particularly not to Billaud-Varenne, that you loved my daughter four years ago._ I await you. Fraternal greetings, DESMARAIS. The letter written, Desmarais rang. Gertrude appeared and the lawyer said to her: "Carry this letter immediately to Citizen John Lebrenn, and wait for an answer." "Yes, monsieur," answered the maid, and went on her errand. "My dear colleague, excuse me for an instant, and I shall see whether my wife and daughter can receive us."