"Listen, Marat; people should know each other before they marry. How did you find out what I said to Saint-Just yesterday?"
"That is my affair, Robespierre."
"Marat!"
"It is my duty to gain information."
"Marat!"
"I like to know what is going on."
"Marat!"
"Robespierre, I know what you say to Saint-Just, as I know what Danton says to Lacroix; I know what happens on the quay of the Théatins, at the Hôtel Labriffe, a den frequented by the nymphs of the Emigration, as well as I know what is going on at the house of Thilles, near Gonesse, which now belongs to Valmerange, the former administrator of the postal service, where Maury and Cazalès were in the habit of going,—a house which Sieyès and Vergniaud have since frequented, and where at the present time a certain person goes once a week."
In saying a certain person, Marat looked significantly at Danton.
"If I had but two farthings' worth of power, this would be terrible," cried Danton.