This morning, Marat knocked on Robespierre's door in a rush.
Robespierre's landlord opened the door for him.
Upon seeing Robespierre, the first thing Marat said was, "Shouldn't you get a house of your own? Always living in rented places, you are the Chairman of the National Assembly, after all. It would be more befitting to have your own house.
"There are plenty in Paris wanting to gift you a house, not to mention the many estates of deceased Nobles awaiting allocation. Just take whichever you fancy."
Robespierre waved his hand: "I have never been interested in personal indulgences, and besides, the landlady's cooking is quite good, which I enjoy very much."
In that era, landlords also provided meals, two a day, included in the rent.
Marat: "Once you have your own house, you could hire a Maid to cook for you. But let's not talk about this now. Frost has won!"
