_Robespierre._ "You are the point, Pétion. I shall come; you need have no fear." _A Voice._ "Death to Marat!" _Marat._ "When Marat dies, the city of Paris will be no more; and when Paris is gone, there is an end to the Republic." Billaud-Varennes rose to say, "We wish to--" Barère interrupted him: "You speak in the plural, like a king." And another day:-- _Philippeaux._ "One of the members drew his sword upon me." _Audouin._ "President, call the assassin to order." _The President._ "Wait." _Panis._ "President, I call you to order,"--a sally followed by an outburst of rude laughter. _Lecointre._ "The Curé of Chant-de-Bout complains that his Bishop Fauchet forbids him to marry." _A Voice._ "I see no reason why Fauchet, who has mistresses, should try to prevent other men from having wives." _Another Voice._ "Priest, take to thyself a wife." The tribunes mingled in the conversation, and said "Thou" to the members. One day the representative Ruamps mounted to the tribune, and, one of his hips being much larger than the other, a spectator called out to him: "Turn that one towards the Right, since you have a cheek _à la David!_" Such were the liberties that the people took with the Convention. Once, however, during the uproar of the 11th of April, 1793, the president caused a disorderly person in the tribunes to be arrested. One day, during a session at which the venerable Buonarotti was present, Robespierre had the floor, and spoke for two hours, never removing his eyes from Danton,--sometimes looking straight at him, which was unpleasant enough, but when he looked at him sideways, it was even more disagreeable. His thunders of eloquence were not without effect, ending by an indignant outburst full of ominous words: "We know the intriguers, and those who strive to corrupt, as well as those who are corrupted; we know the traitors also. They are present in this Assembly. They hear our voice, our eyes are upon them, and our gaze pursues them. Let them look above their heads, and they will discover the sword of the law; let them look into their conscience, and there behold their own infamy. Let them beware!" When Robespierre had finished, Danton, with his half-closed eyes turned upwards and one arm hanging over the back of his chair, threw himself back and began to hum,-- "Cadet Roussel fait des discours Qui ne sont pas longs quand ils sont courts." Imprecations fell thick on every side,--"Conspirator!" "Assassin!" "Scoundrel!" "Seditious!"