Vive Marat!" "Where does the great citizen live ?" Victor asked the men in a tone of earnest entreaty.

On learning the address they took their way to the dirty and disreputable street where Marat lodged.
"The citizen Marat lives in this street, does he not ?" Victor asked a man lounging at the door of a cabaret.
"Yes, in that house opposite.

Do you want him ?" "No; only I was curious to see the house where the friend of the people lives, and as I was passing the end of the street turned down.

Will you drink a glass ?" "I am always ready for that," the man said, "but in these hard times one cannot do it as often as one would like." "That is true enough," Victor said as they took their seats at a table.

"And so Marat lives over there; it's not much of a place for a great man." "It is all he wants," the other said carelessly; "and he is safer here than he would be in the richer quarters.