fear makes him strong—I'll tell him the truth, and he'll see for the first time a man who dares resist him. I'll break the idol! [He goes out fuming.]
Philippeaux. I'm coming with you, Westermann.
Danton [quietly, and with a touch of sarcasm]. He will break nothing. Robespierre will look at him—like that—and it will be over. Poor fellow!
Philippeaux. Danton, Danton, where are you? Where is the athlete of the Revolution?
Danton. You are cowards. There is nothing to fear.
Philippeaux. Quos vult perdere— [He goes out. Hérault rises, takes his hat, and prepares to leave.]
Camille. Are you going, too, Hérault?
Hérault. Camille, Westermann's style of waging war is not yours, I know. The best thing you can do is to retire altogether. Let them forget you. Why discuss it?
Camille. I must satisfy my conscience.
Hérault [shrugs his shoulders, then kisses Lucile's hand]. Good-by, Lucile.
Lucile. Good-by. I hope to see you soon again.
Hérault [with a smile]. Does one ever know?
Camille. Where are you going?
Hérault. Rue Saint-Honoré.
Danton. Are you too making a visit to Robespierre?
Hérault. No: that is where I usually walk. I see the carts pass by.
Camille. I thought you disliked the spectacle?
