PHILIPPEAUX. I'm coming with you, Westermann.
DANTON [quietly, and with a touch of sarcasm]. He will break nothing. Robespierre will look at him—like that—and it will be over. Poor fellow!
PHILIPPEAUX. Danton, Danton, where are you? Where is the athlete of the Revolution?
DANTON. You are cowards. There is nothing to fear.
PHILIPPEAUX. Quos vult perdere—[He goes out. HÉRAULT rises, takes his hat, and prepares to leave.]
CAMILLE. Are you going, too, Hérault?
HÉRAULT. Camille, Westermann's style of waging war is not yours, I know. The best thing you can do is to retire altogether. Let them forget you. Why discuss it?
CAMILLE. I must satisfy my conscience.
HÉRAULT [shrugs his shoulders, then kisses LUCILE'S hand]. Good-by, Lucile.
LUCILE. Good-by. I hope to see you soon again.