"It is my dying testament," declares the orator. "You will see me drain the hemlock undismayed." "I will drink it with you," answered David. "All, we all will!" shout the Jacobins, and separate without deciding anything. Evariste, while the death of _The Just_ was preparing, slept the sleep of the Disciples in the garden of Gethsemane. Next day, he attended the Tribunal where two sections were sitting. That on which he served was trying twenty-one persons implicated in the conspiracy of the Lazare prison. The case was still proceeding when the tidings arrived: "The Convention, after a six-hours' session, has decreed Maximilien Robespierre accused,--with him Couthon and Saint-Just; add Augustin Robespierre, and Lebas, who have demanded to share the lot of the accused. The five outlaws stand at the bar of the house." News is brought that the President of the Section sitting in the next court, the _citoyen_ Dumas, has been arrested on the bench, but that the case goes on. Drums can be heard beating the alarm, and the tocsin peals from the churches. Evariste is still in his place when he is handed an order from the Commune to proceed to the Hotel de Ville to sit in the General Council. To the sound of the rolling drums and clanging church bells, he and his colleagues record their verdict; then he hurries home to embrace his mother and snatch up his scarf of office. The Place de Thionville is deserted. The Section is afraid to declare either for or against the Convention. Wayfarers creep along under the walls, slip down side-streets, sneak indoors. The call of the tocsin and alarm-drums is answered by the noise of barring shutters and bolting doors. The _citoyen_ Dupont senior has secreted himself in his shop; Remacle the porter is barricaded in his lodge. Little Josephine holds Mouton tremblingly in her arms. The widow Gamelin bemoans the dearness of victuals, cause of all the trouble. At the foot of the stairs Evariste encounters Elodie; she is panting for breath and her black locks are plastered on her hot cheek. "I have been to look for you at the Tribunal; but you had just left. Where are you going?" "To the Hotel de Ville." "Don't go there! It would be your ruin; Hanriot is arrested ... the Sections will not stir. The _Section des Piques_, Robespierre's Section, will do nothing, I know it for a fact; my father belongs to it. If you go to the Hotel de Ville, you are throwing away your life for nothing." "You wish me to be a coward?" "No! the brave thing is to be faithful to the Convention and to obey the Law." "The law is dead when malefactors triumph." "Evariste, hear me; hear your Elodie; hear your sister. Come and sit beside her and let her soothe your angry spirit." He looked at her; never had she seemed so desirable in his eyes; never had her voice sounded so seductive, so persuasive in his ears.