"Then it's to me that you're saying that?" asked Étienne; "you're jealous!"
"Jealous of what?" replied Rasseneur. "I don't pose as a big man; I'm not trying to create a section at Montsou for the sake of being made secretary."
The other man wanted to interrupt him, but he added:
"Why don't you be frank? You don't care a damn for the International; you're only burning to be at our head, the gentleman who corresponds with the famous Federal Council of the Nord!"
There was silence. Étienne replied, quivering:
"Good! I don't think I have anything to reproach myself with. I always asked your advice, for I knew that you had fought here long before me. But since you can't endure any one by your side, I'll act alone in future. And first I warn you that the meeting will take place even if Pluchart does not come, and the mates will join in spite of you."
"Oh! join!" muttered the innkeeper; "that's not enough. You'll have to get them to pay their subscriptions."
"Not at all. The International grants time to workers on strike. It will at once come to our help, and we shall pay later on."
Rasseneur was carried beyond himself.
"Well, we shall see. I belong to this meeting of yours, and I shall speak. I shall not let you turn our friends' heads, I shall let them know where their real interests lie. We shall see whom they mean to follow—me, whom they have known for thirty years, or you, who have turned everything upside down among us in less than a year. No, no! damn it all! We shall see which of us is going to crush the other."