"You are in error, father; your daughter has not been stolen away," proudly returned Charlotte. "That _miserable_ workingman in whose presence you have so many times argued against the privileges of birth, against the artificial distinctions which separate the classes in society--that _miserable_ workingman whom you treated as a friend, an equal, when you judged his support necessary to your ambition--that _miserable_ workingman placed his faith in the sincerity of your professions, father, he saw in me his equal--and his love has been as pure, as respectful as it has been deep--and devoted--and my heart--is given to him--" "You are a brazen hussy!" yelled the lawyer, pale with rage. "Leave my presence! You disgrace my name!" "On the contrary, father, I hope I do honor to your name, in putting into practise those principles of equality and fraternity whose generous promoter you have made yourself." At that moment the noise of many voices was heard under the windows of the Desmarais apartment, crying enthusiastically: "Long live Citizen Desmarais! Long live the friend of the people! Long live our representative!" These eloquent testimonies of the popular affection for Monsieur Desmarais offered so strange a contradiction to the reproaches which he had just addressed to Charlotte, that under the impression of the contrast the lawyer, his wife and his daughter fell silent. "Do you hear them, father?" Charlotte at last ventured. "These brave people believe, the same as I, in the sincerity of your principles of equality. They acclaim you as the friend of the people." At the same instant Gertrude ran into the room breathless with excitement, exclaiming: "A troop of the vanquishers of the Bastille, with Monsieur John Lebrenn at their head, has halted before the house. They want monsieur to appear on the balcony and address them." "Death of my life! This is too much," snarled the advocate, at the moment that new cries resounded from without: "Long live Citizen Desmarais. Long live the friend of the people! Come out! Come out! Long live the Nation! Down with the King! Death to the aristocrats!" "My friend, you can not hesitate. You will run the greatest danger by not appearing and saying a few good words to these maniacs. In bad fortune we must show a good heart," said Madam Desmarais, alarmed; then addressing Gertrude: "Quick, quick, open the window to the balcony." CHAPTER XI. LIONS AND JACKALS.