(The go-between speaks excitedly to the man out of office and his group.
A Citizen (all alone in the midst of the hall, contemplating the tribune of the people): What a man! What a bag of wind!
(The tribune of the people, smiling, re-enters the hall, and looking about for the king, he finds him and leads him out on to the balcony. He is seen to speak, patting the king on the shoulder.
The Go-Between (who stands near the high prefect, glancing quickly and furtively in all directions, and especially towards tête-d'or) (to the high prefect in a low voice): What do you think of him, eh?
The High Prefect: Hmm! He has the army back of him!
(The tribune of the people re-enters the hall with the king.
(Little by little a silence falls.
Someone (in a low voice): Why are there no lights? The dawn makes us look hideous.
(The silence has become complete. All keep their eyes fixed on tête-d'or.
(Pause.