Where are you going, Jeanne?
JEANNE
Nowhere in particular. François, do you hear? They are murdering our women and children. François! François!
Without turning around, François walks out, his shoulders bent. All look after him. Jeanne goes to the other door with a strange half-smile.
PIERRE
Mamma!
JEANNE
I will return directly.
EMIL GRELIEU
What shall I call them? What can I call them? My dear Pierre, my boy, what shall I call them?