Dangeau's gaze, half sardonically curious, half disgusted, rested upon the scene.
"All posterity will gaze upon what is done this day," he said in a low voice to Danton—"and they will see this."
"The grapes are trodden, the wine ferments, and the scum rises," returned Danton on a deep, growling note.
"Such scum as this?"
"Just such scum as this!"
Below, one of the Girondins voted for imprisonment, and the upper galleries hissed and rocked.
"Death, death, death!" cried the next in order.
"Death, and not so much talk about it!"
"Death, by all means death!"
The blonde woman, Jeanne Fresnay, was pricking off the votes on a card.