"Citoyen Varenac! Citoyen Varenac! Citoyen!"
The cry went up from hundreds of throats, a deep, exultant roar of welcome and anticipation.
Morice moved forward.
A tiny balcony without would give him the opportunity he desired.
"Citoyen Varenac! Citoyen!"
Bareheaded he stepped out.
"I am the Marquis de Varenac," he cried.