Marat's face was convulsed for a moment.
"I don't know," he said, in sombre tones.
"But Dangeau," said Hébert after a pause, "the fellow sticks in my gorge. He is one of your moral idealists, who want to cross the river without wetting their feet. He has not common-sense."
"Danton is his friend," said Marat with intention.
"And it's 'ware bull.'"
"I know that. See now if Danton does not pack him off out of Paris somewhere until this business is settled."
"He might give trouble—yes, he might give trouble," said Marat slowly.
"He is altogether too popular," grunted Hébert.
Marat shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, popularity," he said, "it's here to-day and gone to-morrow; and when to-morrow comes——"