DESMOULINS. They nearly killed you.
LA CONTAT. The idea! They shout, of course, but they never do anything.
DESMOULINS. You are blind. They are right who say that to despise danger is merely to be unaware of it.
THE CROWD. The little lady has warmth in her eyes!—Elsewhere, too!
A WORKINGMAN. That's all very well, Mademoiselle, but it's not the thing to set yourself against the poor like us, and side with the people who are exploiting us!
THE MANIAC. Lord, she's a monopolist!
LA CONTAT. What! A monopolist!
THE MANIAC. Look at your wig.
LA CONTAT. Well?
THE MANIAC. All that powder! There's enough flour on the necks of the idle rich to feed the poor of Paris!