A chorus of grunts and a bobbing of heads showed Barabant the value of such an indorsement. Across the table his companions cried to him:
"He's a terrible fellow, eh, the Citoyen Javogues? No hesitation about him."
"That's the kind of men we want!"
They finished eating, and sprawled back to discuss.
"What I want to know is, where are we going?" Javogues demanded.
"We are going nowhere; we are rooted."
"The Convention does nothing but discuss."
"What's the use of overturning the throne, after all?"
"We must have the Republic!"
"What say you, Citoyen Barabant?"