HÉRAULT [with a smile]. Does one ever know?
CAMILLE. Where are you going?
HÉRAULT. Rue Saint-Honoré.
DANTON. Are you too making a visit to Robespierre?
HÉRAULT. No: that is where I usually walk. I see the carts pass by.
CAMILLE. I thought you disliked the spectacle?
HÉRAULT. It teaches me not to fear death. [He goes out with LUCILE.]
DANTON [following HÉRAULT with his eyes]. Poor devil, he's nervous. He blames me for not doing anything. You, too, Camille, would like to blame me; I can see it in your face. Go on, you think me a coward? You think Danton sacrifices his friends for the glory of his belly?
CAMILLE. Danton, why do you refuse?
DANTON. Children! Danton is not built like other men. Volcanic passions stir within this breast, but they are always subject to my will. My heart has tremendous needs, and my senses make terrible demands on me; but the dominating head is there. [He touches his brow.]