Robespierre. Danton loved gold. Let him be buried with gold. Let us implicate him in the bank affair. Put him in with the embezzlers. He will find himself in company with his friend, his secretary, his Fabre d'Églantine.
Vadier. Fabre, Chabot, the Jews, the Austrian bankers, the Freys, and the Diederischens—good. We begin to have an imposing list.
Billaud-Varenne. It might be well to add Hérault, the friend of the émigrés.
Saint-Just. Philippeaux, above all, the disorganizer of the army, the destroyer of discipline.
Robespierre. Westermann, with his bloody sword, always ready for an insurrection. Is that all?
Vadier. You forget dear Camille.
Robespierre. Wouldn't you prefer Bourbon, or Legendre, the mouthpieces of the enemy in the Assembly?
Vadier. No—Camille.
Billaud-Varenne. Camille.
Saint-Just. Justice!
Robespierre. Take him.
Saint-Just. Good-by for the present. I must prepare my report. I shall strike them tomorrow at the Convention.
Vadier. No, no, young man. Your youthful imprudence is running away with you. Would you call Danton into court?
Saint-Just. Danton believes that no one will dare attack him face to face. I shall undeceive him.
Vadier. Your good intentions, my friend, are not
