La, la—The minuet!—La, la, la!
[He plays an imaginary violin. The prisoners hesitate,
laugh, then begin to step a minuet. The children
and the gaolers watch them. De Vardes does
not dance. He leans against a pillar to the left.
Enter a turnkey, Céleste, Angélique, Nanon, and
Séraphine.
Séraphine (crossing herself)
Eh! Eh! They dance!—Well, what a thing it is
To be a noble born!