He is Napoleon''s stay and Danton''s resource.Is it a question of country, he enlists; is it a question of liberty, he tears up the pavements.
Beware! his hair filled with wrath, is epic; his blouse drapes itself like the folds of a chlamys.
Take care! he will make of the first Rue Grenetat which comes to hand Caudine Forks.When the hour strikes, this man of the faubourgs will grow in stature; this little man will arise, and his gaze will be terrible, and his breath will become a tempest, and there will issue forth from that slender chest enough wind to disarrange the folds of the Alps.It is, thanks to the suburban man of Paris, that the Revolution, mixed with arms, conquers Europe.
He sings; it is his delight.Proportion his song to his nature, and you will see!
As long as he has for refrain nothing but la Carmagnole, he only overthrows Louis XVI.; make him sing the Marseillaise, and he will free the world.
This note jotted down on the margin of Angles'' report, we will return to our four couples.
The dinner, as we have said, was drawing to its close.
BOOK THIRD.--IN THE YEAR 1817
CHAPTER VI
A CHAPTER IN WHICH THEY ADORE EACH OTHER
Chat at table, the chat of love; it is as impossible to reproduce one as the other; the chat of love is a cloud; the chat at table is smoke.
Fameuil and Dahlia were humming.