He turned on his heel, but immediately returned.
"I forgot. One word of advice."
"Well?"
"Revolutions strike only among the steeples. Take my advice: renounce publicity and remain obscure."
"But I had rather die in this age than live through another."
"Well, my duty's done," Dossonville answered, shrugging his shoulders. Then repeating to himself Barabant's last response, he added, "That sounds well; food for the mob; put it down."
And without more ado, he left him as delighted as though he had just been elected to the National Convention.