"I should like one as well as the other."
"You are sure to have one or the other," growled Marat.
And his eyes, leaving Danton, turned to Cimourdain.
"So, Citizen Cimourdain, if a Republican general flinches, you would have his head cut off?"
"Within twenty-four hours."
"Well," replied Marat, "I am of Robespierre's opinion; we must send Citzen Cimourdain as a delegate of the Committee of Public Welfare to the commandant of the reconnoitring column of the coast army. What is the name of this commandant?"
Robespierre replied,—
"He is a ci-devant, a noble."
And he began to turn over the papers.
"Let us send the priest to guard the noble," said Danton. "I distrust a priest alone; I distrust a noble alone; when they are together, I am not afraid of them; one will watch over the other, and they will do."
The expression of indignation peculiar to Cimourdain's eyebrows deepened; but finding the observation just at bottom, he began to speak in his harsh voice, without looking toward Danton.
"If the Republican commandant who is entrusted to my care makes a false step, the penalty will be death."
Robespierre, with his eyes still on the papers, said,—
"Here is the name. Citzen Cimourdain, the commandant over whom you will have full power is a former viscount; his name is Gauvain."
Cimourdain grew pale.
"Gauvain!" he exclaimed.
Marat noticed Cimourdain's pale face.
"The Viscount Gauvain!" repeated Cimourdain.
"Yes," said Robespierre.
"Well?" said Marat, fixing his eye on Cimourdain.
There was a pause. Then Marat said,—
"Citzen Cimourdain, on the conditions named by yourself, do you accept the mission of delegate to the commandant, Gauvain? Is it agreed?"
"Agreed," said Cimourdain.
He grew paler and paler.
Robespierre took the pen near him, wrote in his slow and formal handwriting four lines on the sheet of paper with the heading, "Committee of Public Welfare,"
