Jennie. (R., going up to door C.) Did you hear that? It must be somewhere near the Rue d’Echelle now.
Julie. (L. crossing to R.) My! I’m frightened to death.
Marie. (Carrots—up C.) I only hope they won’t come fighting down our street.
Julie. (Kneeling.) Bless us and save us!
Jennie. (Up C.) Down our street. What should they come here for? It’s the Tuileries and the King they’re after.
(Going to window L.)
First Neighbor and Omnes. (At back.) Of course they are. That’s it.
First Woman. (Up C.) I tell you they’re at the Carrousel.
(Report of cannon.)
Marie. It will be a mercy if they don’t smash every pane of glass in the shop.