The Girondin perceived his enemies by the same motion of the crowd; but without faltering, he continued nodding to the acquaintances who now shrank before him.
He had passed the cabaret and was almost at the entrance of No. 38 before Javogues could recover. Then, with a roar, he cried:
"Stop!"
Goursac wheeled, returned, and halted.
"What do you wish of me?"
Javogues, brought thus to the long-desired moment, folded his arms and said brutally:
"You do not rejoice, citoyen, at the death of traitors."
"I always rejoice at the death of traitors."
"You rejoice to-day, then?"