CHAPTER XXV.
The defence.
Intense excitement, which found vent in loud applause, greeted Deroulede's statement.
"_Ca ira! ca ira! vas-y Deroulede!_" came from the crowded benches round; and men, women, and children, wearied with the monotony of the past proceedings, settled themselves down for a quarter of an hour's keen enjoyment.
If Deroulede had anything to do with it, the trial was sure to end in excitement.

And the people were always ready to listen to their special favourite.
The citizen-deputies, drowsy after the long, oppressive day, seemed to rouse themselves to renewed interest.

Lebrun, like a big, shaggy dog, shook himself free from creeping somnolence.

Robespierre smiled between his thin lips, and looked across at Merlin to see how the situation affected him.

The enmity between the Minister of Justice and Citizen Deroulede was well known, and everyone noted, with added zest, that the former wore a keen look of anticipated triumph.
High up, on one of the topmost benches, sat Citizen Lenoir, the stage-manager of this palpitating drama.