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save her by thy destruction: this my listeners overheard。 His
servant is the messenger between the prisoner and himself。〃
〃So! The servant shall be seized in the open streets of Paris。
The Reign of Terror is not over yet。 With the letters found on
him; if such their context; I will pluck Tallien from his benches
in the Convention。〃
Robespierre rose; and after walking a few moments to and fro the
room in thought; opened the door and summoned one of the Jacobins
without。 To him he gave his orders for the watch and arrest of
Tallien's servant; and then threw himself again into his chair。
As the Jacobin departed; Guerin whispered;
〃Is not that the Citizen Aristides?〃
〃Yes; a faithful fellow; if he would wash himself; and not swear
so much。〃
〃Didst thou not guillotine his brother?〃
〃But Aristides denounced him。〃
〃Nevertheless; are such men safe about thy person?〃
〃Humph! that is true。〃 And Robespierre; drawing out his pocket…
book; wrote a memorandum in it; replaced it in his vest; and
resumed;
〃What else of Tallien?〃
〃Nothing more。 He and Legendre; with the unknown; walked to the
Jardin Egalite; and there parted。 I saw Tallien to his house。
But I have other news。 Thou badest me watch for those who
threaten thee in secret letters。〃
〃Guerin! hast thou detected them? Hast thouhast thou〃
And the tyrant; as he spoke; opened and shut both his hands; as
if already grasping the lives of the writers; and one of those
convulsive grimaces that seemed like an epileptic affection; to
which he was subject; distorted his features。
〃Citizen; I think I have found one。 Thou must know that amongst
those most disaffected is the painter Nicot。〃
〃Stay; stay!〃 said Robespierre; opening a manuscript book; bound
in red morocco (for Robespierre was neat and precise; even in his
death…lists); and turning to an alphabetical index;〃Nicot!I
have him;atheist; sans…culotte (I hate slovens); friend of
Hebert! Aha! N。B。Rene Dumas knows of his early career and
crimes。 Proceed!〃
〃This Nicot has been suspected of diffusing tracts and pamphlets
against thyself and the Comite。 Yesterday evening; when he was
out; his porter admitted me into his apartment; Rue Beau Repaire。
With my master…key I opened his desk and escritoire。 I found
herein a drawing of thyself at the guillotine; and underneath was
written; 'Bourreau de ton pays; lis l'arret de ton chatiment!'
(Executioner of thy country; read the decree of thy punishment!)
I compared the words with the fragments of the various letters
thou gavest me: the handwriting tallies with one。 See; I tore
off the writing。〃
Robespierre looked; smiled; and; as if his vengeance were already
satisfied; threw himself on his chair。 〃It is well! I feared it
was a more powerful enemy。 This man must be arrested at once。〃
〃And he waits below。 I brushed by him as I ascended the stairs。〃
〃Does he so?admit!nay;hold! hold! Guerin; withdraw into
the inner chamber till I summon thee again。 Dear Payan; see that
this Nicot conceals no weapons。〃
Payan; who was as brave as Robespierre was pusillanimous;
repressed the smile of disdain that quivered on his lips a
moment; and left the room。
Meanwhile Robespierre; with his head buried in his bosom; seemed
plunged in deep thought。 〃Life is a melancholy thing; Couthon!〃
said he; suddenly。
〃Begging your pardon; I think death worse;〃 answered the
philanthropist; gently。
Robespierre made no rejoinder; but took from his portefeuille
that singular letter; which was found afterwards amongst his
papers; and is marked LXI。 in the published collection。
(〃Papiers inedits;' etc。; volume ii。 page 156。)
〃Without doubt;〃 it began; 〃you are uneasy at not having earlier
received news from me。 Be not alarmed; you know that I ought
only to reply by our ordinary courier; and as he has been
interrupted; dans sa derniere course; that is the cause of my
delay。 When you receive this; employ all diligence to fly a
theatre where you are about to appear and disappear for the last
time。 It were idle to recall to you all the reasons that expose
you to peril。 The last step that should place you sur le sopha
de la presidence; but brings you to the scaffold; and the mob
will spit on your face as it has spat on those whom you have
judged。 Since; then; you have accumulated here a sufficient
treasure for existence; I await you with great impatience; to
laugh with you at the part you have played in the troubles of a
nation as credulous as it is avid of novelties。 Take your part
according to our arrangements;all is prepared。 I conclude;
our courier waits。 I expect your reply。〃
Musingly and slowly the Dictator devoured the contents of this
epistle。 〃No;〃 he said to himself;〃no; he who has tasted power
can no longer enjoy repose。 Yet; Danton; Danton! thou wert
right; better to be a poor fisherman than to govern men。〃 (〃Il
vaudrait mieux;〃 said Danton; in his dungeon; 〃etre un pauvre
pecheur que de gouverner les hommes。〃)
The door opened; and Payan reappeared and whispered Robespierre;
〃All is safe! See the man。〃
The Dictator; satisfied; summoned his attendant Jacobin to
conduct Nicot to his presence。 The painter entered with a
fearless expression in his deformed features; and stood erect
before Robespierre; who scanned him with a sidelong eye。
It is remarkable that most of the principal actors of the
Revolution were singularly hideous in appearance;from the
colossal ugliness of Mirabeau and Danton; or the villanous
ferocity in the countenances of David and Simon; to the filthy
squalor of Marat; the sinister and bilious meanness of the
Dictator's features。 But Robespierre; who was said to resemble a
cat; had also a cat's cleanness; and his prim and dainty dress;
his shaven smoothness; the womanly whiteness of his lean hands;
made yet more remarkable the disorderly ruffianism that
characterised the attire and mien of the painter…sans…culotte。
〃And so; citizen;〃 said Robespierre; mildly; 〃thou wouldst speak
with me? I know thy merits and civism have been overlooked too
long。 Thou wouldst ask some suitable provision in the state?
Scruple notsay on!〃
〃Virtuous Robespierre; toi qui eclaires l'univers (Thou who
enlightenest the world。); I come not to ask a favour; but to
render service to the state。 I have discovered a correspondence
that lays open a conspiracy of which many of the actors are yet
unsuspected。〃 And he placed the papers on the table。
Robespierre seized; and ran his eye over them rapidly and
eagerly。
〃Good!good!〃 he muttered to himself: 〃this is all I wanted。
Barrere; Legendre! I have them! Camille Desmoulins was but
their dupe。 I loved him once; I never loved them! Citizen
Nicot; I thank thee。 I observe these letters are addressed to an
Englishman。 What Frenchman but must distrust these English
wolves in sheep's clothing! France wants no longer citizens of
the world; that farce ended with Anarcharsis Clootz。 I beg
pardon; Citizen Nicot; but Clootz and Hebert were THY friends。〃
〃Nay;〃 said Nicot; apologetically; 〃we are all liable to be
deceived。 I ceased to honour them whom thou didst declare
against; for I disown my own senses rather than thy justice。〃
〃Yes; I pretend to justice; that IS the virtue I affect;〃 said
Robespierre; meekly; and with his feline propensities he enjoyed;
even in that critical hour of vast schemes; of imminent danger;
of meditated revenge; the pleasure of playing with a solitary
victim。 (The most detestable anecdote of this peculiar hypocrisy
in Robespierre is that in which he is recorded to have tenderly
pressed the hand of his old school…friend; Camille Desmoulins;
the day that he signed the warrant for his arrest。) 〃And my
justice shall no longer be blind to thy services; good Nicot。
Thou knowest this Glyndon?〃
〃Yes; well;intimately。 He WAS my friend; but I would give up
my brother if he were one of the 'indulgents。' I am not ashamed
to say that I have received favours from this man。〃
〃Aha!and thou dost honestly hold the doctrine that where a man
threatens my life all personal favours are to be forgotten?〃
〃All!〃
〃Good citizen!kind Nicot!oblige me by writing the address of
this Glyndon。〃
Nicot stooped to the table; and suddenly when the pen was in his
hand; a thought flashed across him; and he paused; embarrassed
and confused。
〃Write on; KIND Nicot!〃
The painter slowly obeyed。
〃Who are the other familiars of Glyndon?〃
〃It was on that point I was about to speak to thee;
Representant;〃 said Nicot。 〃He visits daily a woman; a
foreigner; who knows all his secrets; she affects to be poor; and
to support her child by industry。 But she is the wife of an
Italian of immense wealth; and there is no doubt that she has
moneys which are spent in corrup