The youth, who had imprudently met his eye, instantly dropped his head; but Cramoisin, amid the jeers of the turnkeys, with a pretense of listening for his answer, exclaimed:
"What's that you say? Robespierre is a scoundrel?"
"I said nothing!"
"Then you thought it, and thoughts are offenses!"
Arrived opposite Barabant, he planted himself with folded arms and cried:
"Well, Citoyen Barabant, the food's good, eh?"
Pushing back his plate, Barabant likewise folded his arms and answered with a sneer:
"Do you think so?"
"To me it is delicious!"
"That's not astonishing,—it's the food of swine!"