Then Dolores comprehended that the falsehood to which she had resorted had not only failed to save Philip but had probably cost her her own life. For herself, she did not care. She had long ago sacrificed for his sake that which was a thousand times dearer than life; and now her only regret was for him. But Philip would not accept the sacrifice. When he saw that both Dolores and himself were to be placed under arrest, he exclaimed: "This young girl has uttered a falsehood. She did it, probably, to save a stranger whom she would have forgotten in a few hours. I am not her husband, and that I have been found in her room is simply due to the fact that I took refuge here a few moments ago from a pursuer. I am the Marquis de Chamondrin. I am an Emigre and a conspirator!" "Ah, he is lost! he is lost!" murmured Dolores. On hearing Philip's confession, Vauquelas sprang towards him, wild with rage. "You call yourself Philip de Chamondrin?" he demanded. "That is my name." "Then you are the adopted brother of this young girl, and if you, an Emigre and a conspirator, are here, it can only be because she is your accomplice. Vile wretch! to make my house a rendezvous for the enemies of the Nation!" Anger crimsoned his cheeks and glittered in his eyes. He actually frothed with rage. "Arrest them! Arrest them both!" he exclaimed. Philip, who had supposed he could save Dolores by the confession he had just made, could not repress a movement of wrath and despair. "You will regret this, sir," he said, haughtily. "There could be no greater misfortune than to shelter aristocrats like you under my roof. I am a patriot; I love the Republic. France, first of all! Citizens, this is a dangerous man. This so-called nobleman has been plotting to save the queen and to place the little Capet upon the throne. As for this young woman, she is a viper who has repaid my hospitality with treachery. Take them away!--and so perish the enemies of the Nation!" He uttered these words with great energy and enthusiasm as if he wished to give convincing proofs of his patriotism. The soldiers were consulting together; presently they formed into two squads. One division took Dolores in charge; the other took Philip, and they were led away. It was then nearly eleven o'clock. CHAPTER X. COURSEGOL'S EXPLOITS. Coursegol returned home about midnight. In accordance with his usual custom he was passing through the lower hall without stopping on his way to his room on the floor above, when he heard some one call him. He recognized the voice of Vauquelas, but it seemed to proceed from the chamber occupied by Dolores. Surprised that the latter was not in bed at this late hour, and fearing she was ill, he hastily entered her room. Vauquelas was there alone, pale, nervous and excited. The girl's bed had not been disturbed. Her absence struck Coursegol at once. "Where is Dolores?" he asked, quickly.