LUCILE. How kind of you to find time to come and visit us! And you must be very busy! Sit closer to the fire. There's a fog outside that chills you to the bone. And how are your dear landlords and hosts, Citizens Duplay, and my little friend Eléonore?
ROBESPIERRE. Very well, thank you, Lucile.—Camille, I have something to discuss with you.
LUCILE. Shall I leave?
ROBESPIERRE. No, not you!
CAMILLE [stopping DANTON, who starts to go]. Danton is a partner in all my thoughts.
ROBESPIERRE. So they say. But I hesitated to believe it.
DANTON. Don't you like it?
ROBESPIERRE. I don't think so.
DANTON. Well, there is one thing that you can never prevent: people loving Danton.
ROBESPIERRE. The word love is common, the reality rare.