CAMILLE. You made me nervous just now.
LUCILE. I'm sorry.
CAMILLE. One must say what one thinks. And then—[With a shrug.] Oh, I have nothing to fear: he really likes me, and he will defend me.
LUCILE. Still, I'm afraid.
CAMILLE. He is more afraid than we: Danton's voice has proved effective. He is one of those men who need to fear those they love. Well, we must see our friends, and come to an understanding. Let us lose no time. Come, Danton.
DANTON [who sits, preoccupied]. Yes. Where are we going?
CAMILLE. To join Philippeaux and Westermann, and save Hérault.
DANTON. Tomorrow—tomorrow.
CAMILLE. Tomorrow will be too late.
DANTON [very sad—affectionately]. Lucile, read me something; sing to me; console me.