“Monseigneur，takethisjewelledringoff，anddonotpressforwardtoomuch，youmightbeidentified!“
“Ibeidentified!“answeredthewoman，turningpale。“Idonotunderstandyou，DoctorMarat!“
“ButIdo，“whisperedMarat，stillmoresoftly，forhesawthatSimon’slittlesparklingeyeswereturnedtowardthewomanwithalookofcuriosity。“IunderstandtheDukePhilipd’Orleansverywell。Hewantstorouseupthepeople，butheisunwillingtocompromisehisnameorhistitle。Andthatmaybeaverygoodthing。
ButyouarenottodisownyourselfbeforeMarat，forMaratisyourverygoodfriend，andwillkeepyoursecrethonorably。“
“Whatareyouwhisperingabout？“shoutedSimon。“Whydoyounotspeaktothepeople？YouweregoingtotelluswhyParishasnobread，andwhoistoblamethatwemustallstarve。“