Without any preliminary of undressing or of washing, he tumbled, just as he was, on to the sofa.
Madame Simon, with quite pleasing solicitude, arranged a pillow under his head, and the very next moment the child was fast asleep.
"'Tis well, citoyen Simon," said Heron in his turn, going towards the door.

"I'll report favourably on you to the Committee of Public Security.

As for the citoyenne, she had best be more careful," he added, turning to the woman Simon with a snarl on his evil face.

"There was no cause to arrange a pillow under the head of that vermin's spawn.

Many good patriots have no pillows to put under their heads.