Absentmindedly.
Our flowers? Don't cry, François—ah, what is that?
The tolling of the bells subsides. The crying and the shouting of the crowd changes, into a harmonious volume of sound—somebody is hailed in the distance. An important announcement seems to have been made there.
EMIL GRELIEU
Absentmindedly.
Our people are expecting the King there—he is on his way to Liège! Yes, yes—
Silence. Suddenly there is a sound like the crash of thunder. Then it changes into a song—the crowd is singing the Belgian hymn.
Curtain