CARBON.
Hats off, all!
GUICHE (to those in the distance).
Of the King! I said.—Make way, you rabble, so that he can swing around in state.
(The coach enters on a full trot. It is covered with mud and dust. The curtains are closed. Two lackeys behind. It stops short.)
CARBON (shouting).
Salute!
(Drums beat.)
GUICHE.
Lower the step!