"A man of honor has a higher aim,
His joy consists in giving joy to others!"
LUCILE [entering, and continuing the quotation]:
"The gen'rous man is not so hard to please.
He jogs along and spurs his fractious beast
Without inquiring if the poor young thing
Enjoys himself or not—"
HÉRAULT. Hm! You're well up in your authors!
LUCILE. What of it? Every one knows La Pucelle.
DANTON. You are right, my dear. It is the breviary of good women.
HÉRAULT. Did you ever recite it to Robespierre?
LUCILE. I'd never dare.
CAMILLE. Did you ever see him when some one told a nasty story in his presence? His brow contracts; he clasps his hands, he makes faces like a monkey with the tooth-ache.
HÉRAULT. He inherits that from his father, and gets his hatred of Voltaire from Rousseau.