midday
A white steam breathed from the horses ' noses , and the city folk would glance in passing at the thermometer at the opticians ' doors . A shop-boy was wiping the fog from the window-panes of the _ Amour peintre _ , while curious passers-by threw a look at the prints in vogue , -- Robespierre squeezing into a cup a heart like a pumpkin to drink the blood , and ambitious allegorical designs with such titles as the Tigrocracy of Robespierre ; it was all hydras , serpents , horrid monsters let loose on France by the tyrant . Other pictures represented the Horrible Conspiracy of Robespierre , Robespierre 's Arrest , The Death of Robespierre . That day , after the midday dinner , Philippe Desmahis walked into the _ Amour peintre _ , his portfolio under his arm , and brought the _ citoyen _ Jean Blaise a plate he had just finished , a stippled engraving of the Suicide of Robespierre . The artist 's picaresque burin had made Robespierre as hideous as possible . The French people were not yet satiated with all the memorials which enshrined the horror and opprobrium felt for the man who was made scapegoat of all the crimes of the Revolution . For all that , the printseller , who knew his public , informed Desmahis that henceforward he was going to give him military subjects to engrave .