easily to be appeased with incense, music and laughter." He was getting deeply interested in his subject, seeking minutiae of detail, with which to render his theme more and more attractive.
But patience was never the characteristic of the Revolutionary Government of France.

The National Assembly soon tired of Chaumette's dithyrambic utterances.

Up aloft on the Mountain, Danton was yawning like a gigantic leopard.
Soon Henriot was on his feet.

He had a far finer scheme than that of the Procureur to place before his colleagues.

A grand National fete, semi-religious in character, but of the new religion which destroyed and desecrated and never knelt in worship.
Citizen Chaumette's Goddess of Reason by all means--Henriot conceded that the idea was a good one--but the goddess merely as a figure-head: around her a procession of unfrocked and apostate priests, typifying the destruction of ancient hierarchy, mules carrying loads of sacred vessels, the spoils of ten thousand churches of France, and ballet girls in bacchanalian robes, dancing the Carmagnole around the new deity.
Public Prosecutor Foucquier Tinville thought all these schemes very tame.