"I resent you--" Robespierre said. His words were lost. "The People," he shouted, "are everywhere good, and if they obstruct the Revolution--even, for example, at Toulon--we must blame their leaders." "What are you going on about this for?" Danton asked him. Fabre launched himself from the wall. "He is trying to enunciate a doctrine," he shrieked. "He thinks the time has come for a bloody sermon." "If only," Robespierre yelled, "there were more vertu." "More what?" "Vertu. Love of one's country. Self-sacrifice. Civic spirit." "One appreciates your sense of humor, of course." Danton jerked his thumb in the direction of the noise. "The only vertu those bastards understand is the kind I demonstrate every night to my wife."