I demand, if I am condemned to behold here the assassins of my brother." "Well, then, leave the chamber," cried a stern voice.
The tribunes applauded this speech, more cruel and poignant than the thrust of a dagger.

Indignation enabled M.de Gouvion to overcome his contempt.

"Who is the dastard who himself in order to insult the grief of a brother ?" cried he, glancing around to discover the speaker.

"I will tell my name--'tis I," replied the deputy Choudieu, rising from his seat.

Loud applause from the tribunes followed this insult of Choudieu's; it would seem as though this crowd had no longer any feeling, and that passion triumphed over nature.