Trullard, at Saint-Amand; Nyon, near General Marcé's; Parrein, with the army of the Sables; Millier, with the army of the Niort;—each is all-powerful. The club of the Jacobins has gone so far as to name Parrein, brigadier-general. Circumstance pardons everything. A delegate from the Committee of Public Welfare holds in check a commander-in-chief."[1]
Marat finished crumpling the paper, put it in his pocket, and went slowly towards Montaut and Chabot who were still talking and had not seen him enter.
Chabot was saying,—
"Maribon or Montaut, listen to this: I come from the Committee of Public Welfare."
"And what are they doing there?"
"They are sendmg a noble to watch a priest."
"Ah!"
"A noble like yourself—"
"I am not a noble," said Montaut.
"To a priest—"
"Like yourself."
"I am not a priest," said Chabot.
Both burst out laughing.
"Give the particulars of the story," continued Montaut.
"Here they are. A priest called Cimourdain has been delegated with full powers to a viscount named Gauvain; this viscount has command of the investigating column of the coast army. The question is to prevent the noble from cheating, and the priest from treason."
"That is very simple," replied Montaut; "all that is necessary is to introduce death into the matter."
"I come for that," said Marat.
They raised their heads.
"Good-morning, Marat," said Chabot, "you come but seldom to our sessions."
"My physician has ordered baths for me," replied Marat.
"You must beware of baths," replied Chabot. "Seneca lied in a bath."
Marat smiled.
"Chabot, there is no Nero here."
"You are here," said a harsh voice.
- ↑ Moniteur, Vol. XIX. p. 81.